Lucky indeed are those who manage to find this underground drinking den. It’s hidden away in the basement of an unassuming Fitzrovia backstreet, and the only apparent indicator is a set of fairy lights. Strung around the building’s bannister, they lead drinkers down into the underbelly of a speakeasy-themed cocktail bar.
Lucky Pig taps into the current London fad of Prohibition-style hideaways. The decor is typical of such good-time establishments: worn and torn-looking walls, old-school posters, art deco lampshades and vintage mix-and-match furniture. Drinkers can hide away in intimate arched alcoves, and veil their secret consumption behind red velvet curtains.
It’s really all about the cocktails – mixed by braces-clad barmen. The menu covers the typical spectrum of evergreen classics, but there’s also a page dedicated to ‘experimental’ cocktails. A Mango Cooler surprised with its translucent colour – the lack of orange tint due to the use of Finlandia mango vodka mixed with white wine and elderflower cordial – a refreshing drink, but not really what we’d call experimental. A Lucky Blazer turned out to be a shot of warm Drambuie whisky, spiked with citrus peels and blackberries. Prohibition drinkers would have sneered at the austerity portion, which seemed a bit lost at the bottom of the big cognac glass it was served in. Four wines by the glass, a selection of Champagne and bubbly and two bottled beers (Heineken and Dos Equis, a very uninspired duo) leave little choice for those less inclined to sip on mixed drinks.
Lucky Pig is aiming at a sort of Fitzgeraldian flair, but don’t expect Champagne served in shoes. On our visit, a social networking meet-up group invaded the space – filling the bar with polite chit-chat instead of roaring 1920s decadence.