OK, I’m going to be honest: Cahoots is one of those places that is completely ruined by blogging.
Do you know what I mean? The owners have gone to such an extent to keep it all an exciting mystery, with a website that tells you basically nothing and a Twitter account that merely hints of the secrets you are yet to discover – and then bloggers come in and trample all over it, taking photos of everything from the entrance to the toilets and describing it all in crazy detail until you feel like you might as well not bother going. I mean, by the time I went on the Harry Potter tour, to be honest, I felt like I’d already been. These places could really do with a Secret-Cinema-esque no photo policy!
And I just don’t want to ruin Cahoots for you, I really don’t, because it’s brilliant and because the most fun part is all the little unexpected details. So I’m not going to overshare. We went last night; it’s a forties-themed speakeasy underground bar based in an old abandoned tube station. You have to book, and prices range from pretty reasonable (£8 for a decent sized cocktail) to as extortionate as you want, really.
The cocktails are incredible and there’s something for everyone, as well as something disgusting for everyone (we played a game of ‘pick-your-friends-the-worst-cocktail’ – a little hint; don’t order the Red Snapper unless you really, really like tomato soup…)
Foodwise, it’s sandwiches and spam. Yup. Spam.
And that, folks, is all you’re going to get. Just go – and go early, because it’s bloody hard to find. Follow the trains!