This hideaway treads the line between oozing a cooler-than-thou affectation and a hip, rather laid-back house party vibe. Part of the fun here is locating the place itself, it lies up a sparse, dilapidated staircase behind an unremarkable on-street doorway. The only distinguishing feature is an overhanging wooden snail sign.
Laid out over several interconnecting spaces, chairs, couches are scattered about on a hardwood floor that becomes fairly jammed on weekend nights. Adjoining is also the Candle bar for hotel residents. Music is generally easy going soul, funk and guitar.
A smoking garden has extensive seating and a circus-tent feel. The mojitos come highly recommended, and the establishment prides itself on its weekend brunch, where pitchers of bloody mary are on offer, should the occasion be called for.
Much like its clientele, the bar has that kooky, trying-hard-to-look-like-we’re-not-trying-hard feel about it. Somehow, it just about pulls it off.