Back in 50s Soho, boxing promoter Jack Solomons was what we are legally obliged to call a 'character'. He owned a boxing gym on this very site and the people behind this plush basement speakeasy claim that this is the kind of bar he would have been all about. It seems yer boy Jack had fancy tastes because this is an opulent, romantic and atmospheric place to sip on something expensive and get loose. Once you've managed to find this secretive spot by ringing on the doorbell, you'll walk down into a surprisingly large, moody basement filled with pewter-metal bar counters, lots of velvet, red leather walls, and candles posing as lamps. You might well look over to the bar area, where a captivating orangey glow lights up all the bottles, making shadows out of bartenders shaking up something special. The idea is to hark back to a bygone era of London clubs, where opulence was the norm. We're not sure if they ever quite reached this pricey peak but, with DJs and live Jazz every night and plenty of cosy nooks to sneak into, this is definitely a nice spot to while away some time and do a lil' courting. Be prepared to pay for it though.