Earlier in the evening Carolyn and I stopped off for a
cocktail at Bump Caves. I arrived just after 6 and was the only person in the
place. Then Carolyn arrived, then one other. We wondered why it was so empty.
And then all of a sudden, at around half past, the people piled in!
I liked the cocktail I ordered - The Very Last Word – and Carolyn’s Old Italian Roots was pretty good
but I didn’t fall in love with the bar. A bit generic.
Found, on the other hand, I liked a lot. It was small and
lively. But not too lively – a bunch of boys started getting lairy just before
it closed, singing/chanting Bowie songs and the guy behind the bar told them
off. They started again and he was like, seriously guys – this just isn’t the
bar for that. And it’s not. Fun times, yes. ‘Lads’ getting noisy and drunk, no.
It just feels like an extension of the bar above - Casita, which is also small and lively, and
friendly. I had a Sloe-ly Does it with rye, sloe gin and chambord - typically me - short and boozy. And Carolyn had the Heaven and Hell - featuring jalapeno agave, framboise and raspberry. I could have happily swapped, and easily drunk a serving two times this size.
After this was a second outing to Cherry Cola – this was at The Macbeth but from now on they’ll be at their spiritual home of the (now renamed The Crowndale) Purple Turtle.
