The beautiful exterior of the Zetter Townhouse doesn't in anyway hint at the eccentric parlor contained within. Stuffed with a bevy of nick-knacks, opulent artworks, mismatched furniture and kitsch oddments, whenever we happen to be near Farringdon I try and encourage a bee-line towards the overstuffed couches inside.
'Accidentally' ending up there on several occasions (I'm not really sure why anyone still trusts me to navigate, I certainly wouldn't) it is perfect for settling in for a couple of hours on a moody Saturday afternoon, and booking ahead for a post-work prandial never seems to be a bad decision.
And this cocktail bar isn't all show - their bartender concoctions are delectable; from the house specialties (one of the drinks featuring 'almond poison' aka. aromatic bitters in the same family as angostura) to the classic staples of margaritas. I could almost write a sonnet to the espresso martinis we had recently. It was a perfect way to round off a back massage (in a teeny place in Clerkenwell) and brunch at the neighbouring Modern Pantry. Just bliss.
I bet you thought I was only teasing, didn't you?
Each time we go, there seems to be another nook to explore. Well, this visit solved the 'how to find a boxing glove wearing kangaroo in London' conundrum. It was keeping me from sleeping...