The Nightjar


Londonist says: The Nightjar - so called after a bird who ventures out under cover of dusk and in the early hours of the morning* - is tucked away in an otherwise unassuming part of Old Street roundabout. Descending a flight of stairs betwixt a Kafeteria beginning with K and a Cafeteria beginning with C will draw you into a modern-day Speakeasy, with room for a library, lounge bar and swing band, decorated with vintage fittings, copper stills and the now ubiquitous (but still rather beautiful) pressed tin "members bar" ceiling. read more
The Handbook says: Just a couple of minutes from Old Street tube, it's tucked behind a very unassuming door – the sort you walk past and never give a second glance; but if you were to stop you'd see a small plaque with a little Nightjar bird on it. When you step into Nightjar you step back to a time gone by. A time when drinking cocktails wasn't just about happy hours and too many sugary concoctions on a Friday night. It's smart with dark polished wood, low lighting, small (rather too small) tables, leather banquettes and deep red stools. There's a library area and members space with a pressed tin ceiling – there's also space for live music. read more
The Nudge says: You'll enter through an unmarked door, head down a darkened staircase and into a genuine, prohibition-era speakeasy. Through the candlelight and conspiratorial whisperings you'll notice the rose-tinted mirrors, the leather chairs, and the illicit, darkened corners. You'll hear the hum of live jazz emanating from the flat-capped jazz men on stage, and winding its way through the shadows to the bar where Nightjar's award-winning cocktails are created. read more
The Guardian Soulmates says: Nightjar is not your grandfather's speakeasy. For those seeking a furtive or spontaneous jaunt through hidden doors and down innocuous byways, entry into this well-apportioned and slick reincarnation of a bygone Prohibition-era gin joint may disappoint. The Old Street haunt boasts large double doors manned by an earpiece-wearing doorman who paces guests through the long hallway and down softly lit stairs into the main bar area. Do not lose heart, though – what may be missing in the approach (or demanded by the popularity of the venue) is quickly made up for once you are seated at a table in the cosy bowels of the establishment and plied with a pre-cocktail punch that's delightfully balanced to whet the appetite. read more






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