Having been back since the initial visit, it's time to spread some love for this secretive and secluded spot. You may or may not have realised, but Sandinista have a new and super little bar, and it's called Blind Tyger.
As you approach Sandinista, you'll spot a thin hallway right next to the bar, leading up. In the growing popularity of such phenomena, it seems that Leeds has another secret, prohibition style bar. (I don't know if I count 51% any more, since it has lost that prohibition feel for me.) The bouncers will check you out before letting you go up, but what their criteria is I'm not sure. I was asked if I'd been there before, and on confirmation, was granted access. Perhaps that swung it. Or perhaps it was merely a quick test of my sobriety - since it's a classy affair.
Once upstairs you'll find that there are but three or four tables, some in little booths, and a modest bar at the end. Basically, my guess is that the maximum capacity would be about 30, perhaps a few more, but not comfortably so. This means that of a Saturday, I can present to you: Leeds' next top spot for civilised Saturday drinks. You are a) Able to grab a seat most of the time. And b) Hear yourselves speak without strain. Wunderbar!
The next point is the cocktails. Oh the cocktails! I don't consider myself a true connoisseur, but since becoming obsessed with daiquiris, I will say that the ones here are mighty fine. Go straight up, of course. The list boasts all kinds of in house treats, and all take a little wait, but the creations are lovingly and expertly made, so far as I can tell. One chap in particular was great, with plenty of banter, and he even discounted one round for our wait. I like that kind of service, especially when the average spend on one drink is £8-9. Lovely.
The toilets are another thing. You must remember the door code if you don't want to land in purgatory, or somewhere hotter further down in Sandinista's busy Saturday-mayhem. To get in and out to the loos, keeping it pure-prohibition style, you'll need the door code to get back in. (Not that I'm saying Sandi's is hell - I rather like it, but the analogy kind of worked - especially since they've a devil as their mascot.)
The conclusion is that I can see this being respite for me on many a manic weekend. You've got your classy drinks, your table space, your friendly staff, and your music at speaking volume. And now that I've passed it on, I beg you, don't go spoiling it and crowd in at once. That just wouldn't be cricket. If we all take turns, I'm sure I feel as though I can share.
*Edit - It's called Blind Tyger after William Blake's poem, The Tyger. read more