Keep your eyes peeled for this one: it's sunk beneath Greek Street, accessed through a dodgy-looking doorway and a seriously scruffy staircase. If there’s a less salubrious introduction to a bar in London then, well, we’d like to see it. Or not.
These days, the term ‘speakeasy’ is bandied about with reckless abandon by bar owners desperate to adorn their venue with an elusive, exclusive and illicit allure yet few are the genuine McCoy – not least because if you’re shouting about what you’re doing, then you’re not a genuine speakeasy.
This downtrodden drinking den and sort-of members club (you may be asked to sign in), however, is refreshingly free of any such affectation. It was formerly called Trisha’s (aka The Hideout), and there’s a small bar, a scattering of tables and chairs and pictures of boxers, mafia types and Italian football teams adorning the worn walls.
A friendly Staffordshire bull terrier slopes about the place, and the manager sits on a stool sipping wine. There’s a very small courtyard out the back and only one proper lavatory. It looks like the kind of place where someone would get whacked in ‘The Sopranos’ – except there was an episode of ‘Emmerdale’ showing on our visit.
True to a real speakeasy, the drink selection is pretty average. There are some bottled beers, a couple of wines and a quite random selection of spirits. Mention must be made of the wines adorned with pictures of Mussolini and Hitler. If you're hungry, there's always crisps and nuts. Not much else.
The New Evaristo Club has some very devoted regulars. If they aren't entertainment enough, there are some jazz nights. And there’s always ‘Emmerdale’.
|Venue name:||New Evaristo Club|
57 Greek St
|Opening hours:||5.30pm-1am daily|
|Transport:||Tube: Leicester Square or Piccadilly Circus tube|
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Average User Rating
3.1 / 5
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I used to like going here but then I was nearly knifed by a crazy woman who I think may have been smoking crack.
She basically caught my eye, sidled over, then trapped me in a corner and screamed at me until she ran out of breath because she thought I was not paying her enough 'respeck' and had been 'looking at her funny', which was quite embarrassing.
I was literally unable to get out (of the courtyard mentioned in the review). Her boyfriend (I think) worked there, and he'd earlier that evening been weirdly aggressive toward my friend (perhaps because he too had been smoking crack) and had likewise decided that my friend was not giving him enough 'respeck', so I was grateful at least that he missed the opportunity to kill me as I think he may have been somewhere else at that point, maybe smoking crack.
The same night I saw one of the bar staff have a massive argument with another member of staff, and then saw him sitting on the doorstep upstairs crying. I think he might've been smoking crack as well.
It's a shame, because we used to go here regularly as a work night out, before it turned into a crack den.
Great, cheap bar with a back garden in the centre of Soho! Full of totally fuzzed out people, friendly owners, unpretentious smiley people around. You don't get many of those around any more.
well I love the place, haven't been for a while. Trish is a fabulous hostess and always made me welcome whether I was in male mode or my preferred transvestite outfit. the clientele are amazing from all walks, theatre, legal or like me just plain ordinary. ok toilets aren't great but hey queuing up is a great way to break the ice and chat to folks. if you want different give it a whirl, it's not your ordinary bar btw miss you Trish
We were told about this place by some friends, and were quite happy to pay the 2 pounds entrance, that the polite bouncer informed us, that we would have to pay as non-members. By entering the place, it felt like stepping into a David Lynch film with a loud, colorful and charismatic bartender, a few drag queens hanging out in the tiny bar and someone playing the sax in the packed room. Lot's of weird photos on the walls, yes - there's a bottle of wine with Hitler on it, and the pope is up there too. Dingy but the best surprise ever for an after-11 bar in Soho. Will definitely be going back. Drinks a bit expensive and not too impressive though. Only drawback.
ok inside, but the bouncer decides on a nightly basis whether the club is a members club or not, and whether he'll let you sign up or not, don't risk wasting your night, at least have a back up plan... maybe don't bother going at all.
Its ok but I complained about being called the c word by a guy and rightly threw my water over him but was thrown out too by the "lady" owner. Nice. Ever hear of girl power? Won't be going back.
Clearly one of the best bars in Soho - but beware, the attitude of the bouncer on Fridays and Saturdays really spoils the place