Fifty Five Bar
MC Grammar, Itchy's rad rapping English teacher, taught us that the word 'recuperative' is an anagram of 'cue pervert, ai'. Clearly, this is a sign that doing anything to try and recover from a hangover is twisted and wrong: not boozing is the pursuit of weirdos. Pure souls should keep on drinking, preferably in this bloody brilliant bar. Ok, so our linguistic logic may be more than a little skewed there, but trust us, once you've visited this place you'll want to find any lousy excuse to return too. The Fifty Five boys run pretty much the best upbeat cocktail joint we've found in this end of London, and are close to god-like in our eyes for being such decent blokes who know how to keep the good times rolling. The 160-plus drinks are expertly spun, juggled and flambéed into existence with circus-standard flair, everyone is greeted like a regular, and cocktails are 2-for-1 every day, 6pm-8pm. All your favourite tunes play in a house party atmosphere; every other track is almost guaranteed to provoke a roar of approval from the Itchy table. Every trip here is a winner. FF-ing wonderful.