You have to be really into this kind of thing with money to burn in order to make a pilgrimage here for a sophisticated adult beverage. If you are a non-drinker, miserly, or hate clubby, intimate spaces that will probably boot you out if you wear open toe shoes as a man, take a pass on this place.
I read about the fame of this place regarding Ian Fleming and James Bond's affinity for a Vesper Martini. I prepped myself for a drink here by watching "Casino Royale" just to jog my memory. You can google all of this info to check out why this spot has some notoriety.
Located in The Duke's Hotel, this is essentially the hotel bar. The Hotel itself is one of these hidden gems, listed as a great, independent hotel and steeped in historic London vibe. Getting there is a bit of a challenge since it is not on a main thoroughfare and the entrance is tucked into a smallish alleyway that you would never think would be an entry to a hotel. The bar opens at 3pm, unless it doesn't (see below). I would recommend getting there at 3 or even a little before because there are very limited seats in the bar, every other closet Bond-fan like you has the same idea, and it is a first-come, first-served list to get in with hotel guests taking priority.
I arrived at 2:40p not knowing they were not open until 3. The hotel doorman had me take a seat in the lobby but I used the time to walk around the historic block and found many plaques on some of the row houses adjacent to the hotel proclaiming some famous persons that used to live in or use the buildings (Chopin and Churchill to name a few). I got back to the lobby around 2:55p and one of the barmen came out to announce to the doorman that they were not going to open at 3. No explanation was given but the information was passed along to me that it wasn't going to happen and they were unsure of when they would open but I could either wait or go. They didn't seem all that concerned about trying to keep me around and I got the sense that they would be happy if I left so that they didn't feel pressured. I decided to wait. I'm lucky that I did. Within 15 min, they decided that they could open after all and I was invited in as the first person on the list.
They only allow you to sit at a table and all drinks are made table side which is part of their schtick. One turn-off happened when I was seated. The barman told me that "you will not be allowed to remain at the table after 5pm". It might have been the way he said it or it might have been me being overly sensitive because I was in the place as a single taking up a table for 2 but it came across as somehow he thought I was not worthy of taking up a table by myself. I got over it when I noticed he was saying the same thing to every party he sat. I suspect that all of this is because they need to prevent people from hanging out for hours on end but if that is the case, then say it or post it. But at least explain why. Otherwise it felt like he was either singling me out or they are unwelcoming and annoyed at having you in their bar.
Other than that rocky start, I loved the proper British feel of the place. Very bespoke, library quiet, and smelled of historic royalty. But the drinks are the thing here and the menu is moderately large with housemade drinks and many individual rarer spirits and wines available on their own. Of course, I had to order a Vesper Martini since that is their thing and it was an impressive table side preparation with the barman explaining all of the things going into making it. Most impressive are the bottles of ultra-premium spirits kept nearly frozen so watching him pour a nearly gelatinous liquid into the glass in a quiet room while completely focused on making you a drink is kind of mesmerizing.
As cool as that experience is, you will pay for it accordingly. The drink was a somewhat diminutive sized martini glass, filled to the brim. And yes, there is something to be said for it being made with premium liquor and hand made in front of your table off a cart. But it was also the most expensive cocktail I have ever paid for at £25 or almost $30 USD! Unless it is being made by an endangered Panda from spirits distilled by a blind monk in a secret monastery carved out of an inaccessible mountain, I can't say it was really worth the price. Was it good, yes, absolutely. Was the setting cool, yes. Would I do it again, no probably not unless I was taking someone else there to show them the place. For the money, once is enough. I'm glad I did it but I'm also just as happy to drink with the commoners down the street in a blue collar pub and go home with a few quid left in my pocket afterwards!
So check this place out if you are a Bond fan, a Vesper fan, a Fleming fan, bored around 2:30p in London near St. James's Park, or so wealthy that you don't know how to spend your money fast enough. It is fun to say I've done it. Once. read more