Hidden Bars and Cigars

Somewhere hidden in a dark alleyway lies an ordinary old English phone booth. But this phone booth has a secret. If you know the ever changing passcode, you just may discover what lies beyond.

Following some exceptionally good infused vodka shots, with passcode in hand, we gracefully stumbled walked to the phone booth.

Okay, skipped to the phone booth. There was no hiding our excitement/anticipation.

Behind the phone booth supposedly lies a hidden speakeasy suitably named Prohibition. I love a good themed venue every now and again.

But had we gotten the right passcode? Only one way to find out.

We're in!

The first thing we noticed, once our eyes had adjusted to the very dim lighting, was the heavy musk of cigar fumes filling the air.

Now I, for one, happen to enjoy the smell of pipe and cigar tobacco. It conjures up wonderful memories of my Dad smoking his heavenly smelling cherry tobacco out of a pipe every Christmas.

Back to the hidden bar. Cubbies for the regulars.

Cushy leather sofas for us. At this point I think all of us are wishing we had flapper dresses to fit the mood in this place.

On to the drinks menu. The waitress touts that the drinks are uber authentic and are carefully handcrafted by the bartender, 'so please allow a bit of extra time'. While we wait for our drinks we had a read of the drinks and a giggle over the rules.

 #9 tickled me.

Drinks! Chin chin gals!

Doesn't R's mojito look like it's been plucked straight from a garden?! A rum garden that is.

We chattered away below a cloud of cigar smoke until it was time to part ways. Babysitters can be quiet expensive these days so we agreed a slumber party is in order soon for a proper all-nighter.

Adios!

Seriously one of the best nights out in recent memory. What do you get up to on your girl's night out?

PS - Wondering where you can get the passcode for Prohibition? That's a highly guarded secret, but I bet the valet out front might have a good idea. ;o)