"I’d definitely head here again if I needed to impress a bunch of young City folk."Review Rating: Reviewed by KimT
After a day working in the City, I met my gay friend by the big tree on London Wall and he suggested that we popped into The Anthologist to check it out. We were a little worried that we were a little too old and not quite cool enough to go there but thought we’d give it a go.
We passed through a few smokers outside and entered into an interior that was at first reminiscent of an upmarket All Bar One which had been treated to an interior design makeover. It was busy. And noisy – but not unpleasantly so.
There were various alcoves and other areas which were clearly in use for private parties – one of which had a number of people with babies in buggies which I thought was a little strange for a bar in the middle of macho financial Cityland.
The walls were adorned with bronze etchings and downstairs (on the way to the loos) I was struck by the neat red handles and was so taken with the décor I almost walked into a mirror that looked like a door. Even the taps in the loos had an elegant designer feel about them – exactly how long can you stay in the ladies without arousing suspicion?
Returning to my colleague we sipped out cocktails (mojito for me at £6.95 and a double Buffalo Bourbon – they didn’t have any Jack Daniels – and coke at £7.80 for him) while taking in the scene around us.
Yes, there were plenty of City and office folk there – mostly in large groups. Many of them leaning against the large, high benches across the side of the room. There were also a good number of smaller groups – possibly mates at the start of a night out – seated at smaller tables or, like us, at one of the low, comfy sofas. There was also a smattering of girl only groups as well as the inevitable boys at the bar.
The bar staff were super efficient – the guys being mostly good looking and the girls being mostly, well, how can I put it delicately?, butch. Forgive me if I didn’t spot any of the more feminine bar staff. Whilst we drank we were struck how busy and efficient all the staff looked – decked out in black, kitted up with walkie-talkies and removing dead glasses with military precision. I guess they have a high turnover of clientele.
As I stood up to leave, a little reluctantly as the squishy armchair I had been sitting in was particularly comfy, I noticed a crate of empty designer bottles on the table. It was a nice touch. But completely superfluous.
So, a lot of substance and bucketfuls of style. I liked it. And I’d definitely head here again if I needed to impress a bunch of young City folk.
KimT reviewed The Anthologist on Wed 10 Aug 2011