Shot Girl Summer: Your guide to hedonism in London – Evening Standard

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he Instagram It-Girl of the summer? Kate Moss. While the supermodel is apparently very much on the wagon these days, snaps of her Nineties heyday have lately been going viral on social, with her looking equally beautiful and bleary-eyed, cigarettes and booze in one hand, either Johnny Depp or Pete Doherty in the other.

And while no one wants another round of troublesome exes, the glorification of Kates Wild Years points to one thing only: the world is finally remembering what its like to have fun. Less hot girl summer, more shot girl summer. Heres where to head to indulge that hedonistic streak.

Bottoms up

Neon lair: NQ64 on Berwick Street

Its time to raise a glass to, well, raising a glass. Of the old-school places, try Le Beaujolais (WC2H, lebeaujolais.london): it is somewhere for too much wine and pastis and a feeling like Litchfield Street might be a back alley in Paris after all. Upstairs is open to all, while its notoriously private downstairs club is rumoured to have served Brad Pitt (unlikely) and Beyonc (wildly improbable) but stranger things have happened. A more modern mantra can be found at the Arcade Food Hall (WC1, arcadefoodhall.com). It reopened a couple of months back with coasters on the central bar proudly bearing the legend bored of wellness. And honestly, by now, who isnt? Probiotic mindfulness can do one. Cocktails, all about a tenner, are listed variously as being ideal for the first drink of the day, an all-day party or late night. In other words, Arcade is set for all hours. Upstairs at Luke Farrells scorching southern Thai Plaza Khao Gaeng, the Lageritas have been the hit, while the Johnnie Walker highball at 8 is a head-spinning bargain. Restraint? Never heard of her.

While most of Londons dedicated drinking dens shakily knocked back their last vodka tonics as the millennium blearily came into view, one or two have survived. Does Gerrys Club (W1D, 020 7437 4160) in Dean Street really exist, or is it just a drunken example of the Mandela Effect? Hard to really say, but the set of regulars who go until 3am every night among them journos, fashionista types and hospitality hoi polloi swear by the place for its decent drinks at fair prices and terrific live music. Gerry never existed; you may feel you dont either the morning after, too. Similar is Greek Street stalwart Trishas (W1D, @trishas_soho). A more modern way of doing things is at newcomer Louche, which is nearly opposite (W1D, louchesoho.com). The raffish name says it all; the two-storey cocktail bar specialises in live music and late nights, and shuts at 2.30am every Wednesday to Saturday.

The fact that Bradleys Spanish Bar (W1T, bradleysspanishbar.com) in Hanway Street is actually a pub tells you everything you need to know about its muddled mind; it shuts around midnight but next door is terrific underground cocktail spot, Murder Inc (W1T, murderinclondon.com), where cocktails are strong, cheap, staff know their stuff and good times are always had. Closing is at 2am on the weekends. Around the corner on Berwick Street is NQ64, open until 3am (W1F, nq64.co.uk). Themed for old arcade games, its a dizzying trip walking into its neon lair. After a really, really late night? Canning Towns FOLD (E16, fold.london) is the only club that reliably and regularly stays open until daybreak. Clubs, though, are a whole different ballgame: check out our fresh guide to the best.

Putting on the glitz

Killer: The Lowback

Going full tilt neednt be all Charles Bukowski bars. Hedonism is about seeking pleasure, not necessarily over-indulgence. Pre-dinner Martinis have suddenly reappeared as the drink du jour. The rule about them is easy enough: one is too few, three is too many. In Canary Wharf, underneath the latest Hawksmoor, the Lowback (E14, thehawksmoor.com) is a killer new bar for them, with top food in the restaurant upstairs. Otherwise, the best are found in the American Bar at the Stafford (SW1A, thestaffordlondon.com), which has a new American-leaning menu from executive chef Lisa Goodwin-Allen, or in the unflappable Connaught Bar (W1K, the-connaught.co.uk), or the Amaro Bar (W8, amarobar.co.uk). Ask for Decs Martini there, named for cocktail titan Declan McGurk. Vodka reliably serves up less of a hangover than gin; drinking less does better still. Mini-martinis are the under-the-counter, off-menu thing at sort-of diner Ritas (W1F, ritasdining.com), while Tayr + Elementary (EC1V, tayer-elementary.com) is famous for its One Sip martinis. They are the ultimate shot.

Otherwise, put a note in the diary for early autumn, when a new St John opens in Marylebone Lane (W1U, stjohnrestaurant.com); it is Fergus Henderson and Trevor Gullivers first new place in seven years and as befits its owners, it is embracing a life of good living. Glasses of Fernet Branca can revive even the weariest. The breakfast special will be doughnuts with Champagne. Speaking of, just last week Mot & Chandon opened a dedicated fizz bar at Harrods (SW1X, harrods.com); the room shimmers with gold-like bubbles in a flute.

Such glitz is a must for living the high life: a dash of celebrity always helps. At present, the Twenty Two just off Grovesnor Square (W1K, the22.london) is the place to be seen: lately Jourdan Dunn, Ed Westwick and Rita Ora have all been spotted among its blue, wood-panelled dining room. The other place drawing the big names is the Pelican in All Saints Road (W11, thepelicanw11.com): its a posh pub, so indulgence is at your own pace, likewise dressing up, but look around apart from three-Michelin star chef Pierre Koffman, Ellie Goulding and Margot Robbie have been in. Finally, if youre the sort that wants to party but, er, also sleep, the art of the long lunch is a fine thing to master. Theres a full how-to guide here, but if youre wondering where to kick things off, skip the vegan Honest Burgers news came yesterday it has shut amid little demand and instead try Jackson Boxers places: both Orasay and Brunswick House have recently held feasts that have stretched through an afternoon and into the evening and its rumoured more may follow. If youre out late, Boxers Chinatown bar Below Stone Nest (W1D, belowsoho.london) is just the place for an elegant nightcap: open until 2am Wednesday to Saturday, it looks something like the basement equivalent of Sessions Arts Club, has a live jazz band killing it and serves drinks for 8.50.

Life is a cabaret

High-living: Christabels

While the cabaret sector has wobbled, steadying itself post-pandemic, the stage lights are now burning brighter than ever. At the eye-widening end of the scale, the Box in Walkers Court (W1F, privilege-entertainment.com) has found itself back en vogue after it hosted the Brits afterparty: go to watch well, look, I cant really say; find out for yourself. Speaking of common decency, theres an underground bar of that name at theNoMad (WC2E, thenomadhotel.com), where they promise unscripted surprises drag cabaret tends to be the thing. Over by Piccadilly Circus, inside Brasserie Zedels Crazy Coqs (W1F, brasseriezedel.com) next month launches Halcyon Nights, promising Fifties-style glam, with West End star Joanna Woodward hosting.

Meanwhile, just off Berkeley Square, Club Chinois (W1J, parkchinois.com) is likewise reviving its cabaret act with the aptly-named Show Reborn: 23 acts play every Wednesday-Saturday until 2am. Wilder, though, is likely to be Christabels, beneath the Windmill Theatre (W1T, christabels.uk); its promising high-living (Michelin-starred food, live bands, cigars and Champagne), but its the burlesque that should give the place its reputation. There is, too, a sense inhibitions arent especially welcome: former Primal Scream and Oasis manager Alan McGee, a regular at its old spot in Fitzrovia, says: The only difference is, in the Eighties this place would have an orgy. Perhaps be grateful its 2022 after all.

Thats not to say, moving away from cabaret, that there arent plenty of sex-positive parties. Theres quite a few operating in a queer-friendly way: the biggest kink party at present is Crossbreed (crossbreedworld.com), which proudly is as progressive as it is (consensually) pervy, but check out Oliver Keens full guide to all the fun, including Meat, Thorn, HTBX and HOWL. After all, to wreck a Rita Mae Brown line, the only reason to be alive is to enjoy it.

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