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Now I often find myself with the same conundrum: where the hell to go where the cocktails are cold, the barmen are hot and the atmosphere is banging? And all on a Tuesday night?

Seriously, as co-founder of Tuesday Club (believe me, the ONLY way to get through Hump Day Wednesday is with a hangover), it’s always a challenge to find somewhere cool to hang out and wind down after a hard, erm, two days of work.

Well, I’d heard whisperings from a friend of mine about a sneaky little cocktail bar located underneath the Breakfast Club in Spitalfields – and as a massive fan of all things Breakfast Club I thought I’d best check it out. All in the name of research, of course. But especially when I found out that said bar was located BEHIND THE SMEG FRIDGE. The only thing located behind my fridge is a graveyard of vegetables and possibly a dead mouse (cantlookwontlook) but in a Narnia-meets-Waynes-World dream sequence I then decided I had to go… oh yes, I had to go.

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After checking out the website for details I learnt, well very little, only to go into the Breakfast Club and ask to see the Mayor. Sure. Casual. Why wouldn’t I?

So in the manner of a 1940’s speakeasy floozy (in my mind), cue an over the top wink, nudge, and fake beard (JOKES. No nudging) we were led, indeed, through a fridge down to a weird and very intimate little bar.

The moody decor is that of Vince Noir meets Mr Tumnus: aged leather armchairs, wooden bar furniture, family portraits disfigured with party moustaches and glittery sunglasses and stags heads decorated with flower garlands next to a sign that reads, ‘No heavy petting’ (this particularly appeals. Heavy petting. LOLZ).

The bar is cosy, small but cool, with a select crowd of ‘in the knowers’ but did indeed get bloody busy for a Tuesday night, and quite frankly I can see why.

The cocktails were amazing – almost as good as the barman who made them (Jake could give Tom Cruise in Cocktail a run for his money: schhhhhhhhwing):

We went for a Rosy and Gin (course we did) then Cosmopolitans, then two further cocktails that I couldn’t tell you what they were due to a combination of being two cocktails down and being completely distracted when words came out of aforementioned barman’s mouth. There was however a large amount of nodding, giggling and hair flicking. I’m not proud.

We also had a round of Buffalo Wings and blue cheese dip to DIE FOR (what?! All in the name of research, people!) and were even excited by the toilets (ahem four cocktails, ahem) which were an ’80s Smash Hits wet dream.

Scaredy Cat Town

Unfortunately, we decided to pay the Mayor a visit in the freak September heatwave when we should have been getting unsightly strap marks on a roof terrace somewhere, however, come autumn I would definitely recommend the Mayor of Scaredy Cat town as a great bar and a perfect Tuesday club venue.

Was it gimmicky? Maybe.
Was it cool? Yes.
Was it pretentious? No.

Therefore we are BIG fans.

Visit the one page website here or follow The Mayor of Scaredy Cat Town on Twitter @mayorscaredycat

And… if Jake-the-barman feels the need to get in contact… telephone number, email and bra size will happily be provided.

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