The Lucky Pig

2 Reviews on “The Lucky Pig”

• Gingle Lists Everything

  From one extreme to another – whereas Crazy Bear (where we’d been first) was all about dressy excess and exotic drinks, The Lucky Pig is a casual establishment more focused on having a good time. It serves classic cocktails and they’re all a much more manageable 9.50. But, we were here for the Challenge so at first we didn’t look at the regular menu. Instead, upon proffering my Chambord passport, I was shown a specially created Chambord menu with four to choose from. I had a julep and Stephen had an Isadora Belle – a fruity number with bubbles.Both were very nice to drink and persuaded us to have another from their regular menu. We decided to stick to traditional gender roles for this – Stephen had a masculine old fashioned and I had a feminine cocktail that blended wine with mango vodka and elderflower. It was a cool and refreshing drink but still a little spiky from the vodka. Stephen’s old fashioned was a very good one, not being too overpoweringly straight alcohol but still plenty strong.We then chatted to the bartender quite a bit who was telling us about what goes on each day of the week and the ethos of the bar being about somewhere you can have a dance on the weekends while still enjoying a good drink. The bar decor itself reflected this – it was definitely channelling the distressed glamour look that Shoreditch and Dalston do so well. It reminded us of Ruby’s although in this case, the look was undoubtedly manufactured. The music, even on a Tuesday was fairly crowd-pleasing – some Alt J, a little James Brown, Ray LaMontagne. I can imagine them playing more of the same, but more upbeat on the weekends. jaminaward.wixsite.com

  July 28, 2014, 1:13 pm

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• Mike Dalley

  I found myself walking to The Lucky Pig as the sinusitis kicked in, precipitated with a does of orange – yes, ORANGE – goo coming from my nose and fighting the throng of angry commuters pouring from Goodge Street Station on one of those London nights where it wasnt quite raining, but if you didn’t have an umbrella you would regret it. I didnt, and did. It was going to take a special kind of bar to right this perfect storm of wrong.The Pig is hardly perfect. Its location, in uncharted Fitzrovia, somewhere grubby, south of the BT Tower – is well off the beaten track, though we stumbled upon Bubbledogs as we made our way there. Its on Clipstone street. Does that help? Actually, its *below* Clipstone Street, in an old cellar, accessed by a flight of those rickety, slippery staircases you see hanging off the side of Manhattan tenements. The whole location – inside and out – seems like an afterthought, though intentionally so, in that kind of downtrodden, like-I-give-a-damn way that, for my sins, really does work rather well in setting the scene and readying the wallet. Inside, you are treated to toilets whose doors are marked with Patsy Stone and Michael Caine, walls without paint or paper, arbitrarily adorned with pseudo-retro poster prints of curvy fifties gals. All this is offset with plush and ample seating arrangements, where everyone – latecomer or otherwise – will win. The mixture of deep armchairs, futons, chaises longues and cushioned alcoves inspired me to write my last post, inspired by a bar that has finally got bumparking right. Hallelujah!Now, spare seating does mean that the Pig was not full of course, a half-empty bar does get the mind racing as to what it could be that is preventing the townsfolk from settling here. I doubt its the backwoods location – Londoners, what with their fraught lives and penchant for the darkness can sniff out a good bar a mile away. So we allayed the nerves and got on with some serious drinking in this self-styled decadent drinking den.The cocktail menu, all priced at nine-fifty, transcends all four corners of the mixologists spectrum, from sweet to bitter, from classic to original. The bon-viveurs will not leave disappointed nor wanting, though from such a menu expect a few metaphorical balls to be dropped. The steal of the evening was a well-thought out Breakfast Martini (remember that?!), awesome in its tartness and citrusy linger (though a toast garnish was lacking). But then again, does gin ever disappoint? The other day, someone whos cropped up called Elle argued the case a lot more articulately than I ever could;thats because cider tastes like tramps wee, whereas gin is like licking the beads of sweat off the brow of an ancient bacchanalian goddessOther highlights from the Pig included the rum section, where a Trinidad Swizzle was perfectly sharp and spicy and just the right side of weird, whereas the Cuba Cuba was served in a hurricane glass, so the fact that it was made with wine, pineapple and passionfruit and was summery as shit is completely irrelevant. The Isadora Belle was all about strawberry, raspberry and prosecco, a little too fruity (even for me) but still good and lickable. Whereas most the menu was a hit parade, some things came across as a random collection of ingredients, mashed together because they sounded right at the time. The Martini Royale brought together lime, mint, prosecco and Martini Bianca. Despite good intentions, it all seemed to collapse into itself and at the end of the day, tasted like water. Having said that, I was snotty so maybe, just maybe Ill concede that on this occasion, it was my taste buds, not the gregarious chap behind the bar. On that note, there is no waiter service so, like Argos, you pay and collect.We left earlier than I would have liked as frankly, I was feeling like my nose had a bendy bus stuck up there, and a combination of no lunch, paracetamol and three rounds of strong liquor had left me yearning for the recorded Holby City then a warm bed. But you better bloody believe Ill be back, as The Lucky Pig rocks. It may be dressed down as a trendy, mock-vintage ubiquitous undercroft of alcoholic capers – delivering all that is promised – but its friendly down here too and comfortable, in both the mental and literal sense. Above the Lucky Pig a section of pavement is punctuated with those glass blocks. Lit from above by a street light, the shadows of passers by flickered on our table as we drank. Even that was a different experience, warming and clandestine, further inspiring feelings of yes, this place is a keeper.Full review and pics here: http://www.thefunkytruth.com/2014/02/08/discerning-drinking-ch34-the-lucky-pig/ mikejamesdalley.wixsite.com

  May 8, 2014, 7:50 pm

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