Though technically an upstairs adjunct to Jason Atherton’s celebrated Social Eating House (which itself garnered a five-star review in Time Out), The Blind Pig is a worthy destination in its own right. Perhaps as a nod to its Prohibition-flavoured nickname (‘blind pig’ being US underworld slang for a good old-fashioned den of iniquity), it’s not immediately obvious how to find it at street level; look under the vintage ‘Optician’ sign for the blindfolded hog doorknocker and boom, you’re in. The decor is authentically retro but never schmaltzy; lovely touches like the antique mirrored ceiling, copper-topped bar and charmingly mismatched (yet never discordant) wooden furniture made me feel (on date night) like a wide-lapelled Capone crony painting the town with his broad. If this all sounds a little contrived and too-clever-by-half, the cocktail menu brings welcome comic relief. Who could resist a Slap ’n’ Pickle (gin, brandy and pickle brine), Kindergarten Cup (incorporating ‘Skittles-washed Ketel One’), or Robin Hood, Quince of Thieves? (brandy, quince liqueur, mead). The puns are employed with abandon, but everything I tried was ace (even, yes, Dill or No Dill). Better yet, the bar snacks are made downstairs, so the grilled baby peppers, confit pork rillettes and duck fat chips are straight-up gangster.
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58 Poland Street
|Transport:||Tube: Oxford Circus or Tottenham Court Road tube|
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Average User Rating
4.3 / 5
- 5 star:9
- 4 star:3
- 3 star:3
- 2 star:1
- 1 star:0
The bartender returned and begrudgingly made us another drink,clanging bottles and glasses. It was obvious he was annoyed by us.
Buzzy atmosphere, terrific cocktails served with obvious care, but felt like a triumph of style over substance. Very low ceiling made it feel more cramped, crowded, noisy, and hot than it probably was. Great if you don't mind working hard for your drink and like shouting, less so if you fancy something more chilled out at these prices
Like lots of other bars in London, this place is trying very hard to convince you that you're in New York. Unlike plenty of West End cocktail bars, it isn't an awful place to spend a whole evening. The drinks aren't unreasonably priced, the beer comes in cute little tin tankards, and there's a big window looking out over Poland Street. It's also open later than most of the pubs in the area, making it a good place for a nightcap. All in all there isn't much to complain about here, even if it's hardly an authentic London experience. Or maybe, these days, it is?
Cocktails were tasty and strong despite their small size. I enjoyed the atmosphere. Shame about the slow service, I expected more since they automatically charge 12.5% for it.
Thoroughly enjoyed a late afternoon cocktail or two here on Saturday - we drank Dill or no dill and Slap 'n pickle. A great, fun cocktail menu and excellent bar snacks - we had belly pork sliders (to die for) and duck fat chips....nom a nom. The room is clean and fresh, very attentive staff and complementary water on refill, a nice touch.....hope that was not just because it was 30 degrees outside. Stylish beyond doubt and so looking forward to trying the Social Eating House restaurant, which looks every bit the place to be seen. Well done, I am coming back soon:-)