Creeping through the Brambles

Alright kids, this is the big one: Bramble, the cool cat, the older brother who gets all the ladies and treats you with a charming condescension. The coolness is almost paralysing, so bear with me. After an evening at Bramble, that is it. After just one visit, you will compare all other cocktail bars to it. “It’s not like Bramble”, you will sigh resignedly to yourself. You will spend the rest of your life trying to find a place like this - and I’m afraid that it's simply not possible. Bramble is so self-assured, so suave, so cool, that you cannot help but be swept along with it.
The cocktail menu is truly vast, unequalled anywhere. If it feels at this point as if I'm speaking exclusively in superlatives, that is because nothing less would be appropriate. Bramble is that good. The bartenders keep an artful distance from their clientèle, which is refreshing given that one can struggle to catch the attention of a bartender in lesser establishments, while they chat the dresses off at least four girls per night.  
For bar culture at large, Bat Cave Syndrome is a very real problem, and Bramble unfortunately suffers from it – but who cares? It was in Bartender magazine’s Top 20 Bars in 2008 and you can drink booze from a tea cup. The downside is that the prices are not especially kind to the wallet. Unless you have the money, you can never feel as if you have plumbed the depths of this joint and an evening here is bound to be cut short. It is also very popular, at all hours a bouncer is kept on the door so the bar can maintain its novelty status into perpetuity. Again, it could never be your favoured old regular, but the next time you’re in that area of New Town, to miss this baby would be sinful indeed.