Those rascals behind the bar have hearts of gold
Ramblin’ Rascal Tavern has all the trappings of a dive bar. You’ve got the pin-ups behind the bar along with wrestling championship belts, hats, a flamingo and a latex phallus. They keep the lights low, the crunchy corn kernels coming and swampy saloon tunes cranking. And the availability of a shit tinnie for six bucks might confirm everything you think about this underground haunt. But they have a secret superpower, and we’re not talking about the impressive Cognac collection. The overall-clad barstaff are as hospitable as they come, and while they’re singing along to a Devil Makes Three song about Jack Daniel’s, they’re also whipping up exciting drinks with a side of bar chat that can’t be beat. (This is what happens when all three owners – Charlie Lehmann, Dardan Shervashidze and Sebastian ‘Cosmo’ Soto – work behind the bar.)
Maybe you need a tropi-cool kickstarter like the Watermelon Man made with Cognac, dry vermouth, Aperol, lime juice and watermelon soda. Yep, it’s a silly, colourful drink with a gummy watermelon lolly garnish, but it also tastes great. Or maybe you like a little more subtlety to your after-work poison. That’s when you order a Bare Bones, which is a house riff on a Vieux Carré that’s been stripped right back so that it’s almost clear. They use white rye, an unaged Armagnac, dry vermouth and a white port. The only tint comes from the bitters and the end result is dry as desert bones.
If you like your cocktails on the mature side, ask what’s in the barrels at the end of the bar. If you’re lucky it’ll be the Romantic, which is a giant lug of Mexican Fernet with Jim Beam Double Oak, vermouth and chocolate bitters. This bar is the antithesis of the office. It’s fun, dark, irreverent and the house rule is “Don’t Be a Dick” – seriously, it’s painted on the door and on the coasters. This is definitely where the good times are at.
|Venue name:||Ramblin' Rascal Tavern|
60 Park St
|Opening hours:||Mon-Sat 4pm-midnight|