An unassuming corner shop conceals behind a pivoting bookcase this clandestine speakeasy rife with all the glamour and mischief of the roaring '20s. As if you've stepped back in time to prohibition era America, a clerk will note your name in a register, then pull a secret volume from the shelf to allow you passage into this flappers paradise.
Not only is the noir character of this joint irresistable, but the barmen are also masters of the trade. Every drink is expertly crafted, and some are even a spectacle in their own right- the 'blue blazer', a simple blend of single malt Scotch, raw sugar and lemon zest, is jazzed up by being lit aflame and juggled in the air between two mugs.
The menu's a bit steep unless you really do roll like Al Capone. Happily the neighborhood hosts plenty of other great bars. Reservations are advised.