"Sitting in the mint green leather-pressed booths of Bar Termini is a happy accident that happened entirely without plan. A friend and I had just consumed of Galicien Blonde (steak) at Lurra, a newly opened restaurant where the meat is marvelous but the cocktails are sparse. Skipping dessert we headed out into the Marylebone air in search of a cocktail, slipping through the backstreets until we had reached our chosen destination, Purl Bar. All well and good, except for the fact that it happened to be closed. I had forgotten that before on any day there is little choice when it comes to a cocktail, a situation that needs desperately to be sorted. There have been a fair few times...read more"
