Look at how happy I look in the picture. Poor Ruedi looks concerned as I have by this point already put quite a dent in his gin collection. Not single-handedly, mind.
We stumbled upon this place because Bar 63 was closed and this one winked at us from the opposite corner of the crossroads. As much as I love Bar 63, I appreciate when I’m encouraged to break my habits.
Although our livers were blasted with gin that evening, good old Ruedi, who fast became our friend, informed us that beer is their real specialty. They have plenty of unusual craft beers in stock and tend to swap in different ones periodically – they especially have a thing for Belgian ones. I had a lovely chili infused one last time I was there.
The greatest thing, which also doubles as the most dangerous thing about this bar, is that the prices are fair but the quality of the drinks is top notch. Ever had a Brockman’s gin with the berry trimmings it’s supposed to be served with? It’s lovely, you might even be tempted to switch over from the ubiquitous Hendrick’s.
Hang on, did I just say “greatest”? I meant second greatest, because the real best thing is easily the welcoming atmosphere – only achievable with an absolute legend of a barkeeper running the place.