This is the sort of place that makes you forget you’re in Geneva. A self-proclaimed speakeasy, it evokes the dirty glamour and clandestine excitement of prohibition-era America. Its 1920s shabby-chic style is a cross between your granny’s sitting room and a charity shop in Kensington – think vintage glasses, mismatched chairs, crystal vases and kitsch knick knacks including a ceramic bird in a cage. The cocktails are equally idiosyncratic. This isn’t a place to stick to mojitos and dacquiris; instead throw caution to the wind and plump for a Malice in Wonderland (oolong tea gin, champagne, licorice), or a Mata Hari and cherry amaretto sour. Tucked down a side street in the Quartier des Bains, it’s off the tourist trail, too.