Walking into The Bridge sets you back a century perhaps, but nothing gets you ready for the time warp you will encounter upon entering the second floor. It’s as if you’ve walked into the 18th century boudoir of Marie Antoinette.
Navigating around mismatched and opulent sofas, throne-like armchairs and purposeful dim lighting, The Bridge makes a perfect setting for some dirty gossiping over a glass of wine or some clean fun; it once doubled as a cosy platform for one of my book club meetings.
They recently opened a very different styled downstairs area which gets busy on Friday and Saturday nights and is decorated with a 1950s rock-a-billy style with neon signs and tin advertising plates.
Although the food is minimal there are plenty of sweet snacks to cast your eyes upon. There is a selection of teas and coffees and wine and beer. One of the bartenders is particularly knowledgeable. You can tell him which ingredients you like and he will make you a bespoke cocktail.
I try to take all my visitors to the Bridge, or at least direct them there because it really is one of those hidden gems.
