A Blind Pig, a Tennyson line in neon red and an upstairs gem that feels like a secret? Really?
The consistency of London rain is similar to a sneeze. Droplets are tiny and come in waves guided by air, making it feel like a never-ending spray tan, only by the end of it you are still white and you need a hot shower. This kind of weather gives Londoners an extra incentive to sprint to the tube; newspaper used as a helmet, Oyster on the right hand ready for use and iPad on the left ready to make your journey home as anti-social as possible. On evenings like that, when everyone races home, the Apposite paces against the current. Green umbrella, brogue shoes and an appetite for a cocktail lead me in Soholand, outside an unassuming door, with the head of a blindfolded pig as the handle.
Positioned next to chef Jason Atherton’s Social Eating House, the Blind Pig is the upstairs ‘secret’ cocktail bar of the venue. If the name, the location and door of the bar do not spark your curiosity or raise an air of mystery about the venue, walking up the stairs you can read a quote on a brightly lit red sign, by Lord Alfred Tennyson’s poem ‘The Eagle’, “He watches from his mountain walls, and like a thunderbolt he falls.’ By the time you enter the speakeasy, the team behind the Blind Pig ensure you are intrigued, and to think that they haven’t even offered you a drink.
The interior fulfils the build up of expectations. The room felt private and the patrons looked proud to know of the location. The bearded, inked bartender looks the part, wearing a high-waist pair of trousers with suspenders, adding to the character of the place. He waived and smiled acting like he knew me. I returned the gesture and facial expression, feeling like a regular customer. I sat and ordered a 58 Poland, which if you brake it down is a mixture of Zubrowka bison grass vodka, cardomon bitters, lime juice, carbonated apple & ginger soda. I drank myself to bliss not really remembering how or when I left the place. After reading this piece, a part of me wants to go back and confirm that this place really exists. A Blind Pig, a Tennyson line in neon red and an upstairs gem that feels like a secret? Really?
58 Poland Street