London Cocktail Week, part three

Previously: allergy fun and syphilis!

Thursday

After sitting Wednesday out because of the aforementioned beer allergy, I met my boyfriend after work and we went to the City of London Distillery, which is one of my very favourite bars. We discovered it at London Cocktail Week last year, and we liked it so much that we abandoned our previously enthusiastic bar-hopping to spend the rest of the evening there. They had a drink called Lionel Rich Tea! How can you not love that? I had been something of a gin sceptic up until then, but thanks to them I am now an avid gin cocktail enthusiast. 

Cocktail the first!

Green Eggs 'n' Ham! It's a dangerous thing to name a drink, because the natural urge is to exacerbate any negative feelings you have towards it so you can say "I do not like Green Eggs and Ham", but fortunately these guys really know what they're doing. The drink is gin, pistachio milk, pineapple syrup, lime juice and egg white with a twist of ham. Which sounds really weird, but trust me, it's good. 

We weren't bar hopping that night, so we had another. 

This is gin, vermouth and orange juice, which is not a combination I really wanted right then, but I didn't feel I had any choice as the drink was called Satan's Bush. I can't really give an accurate assessment of this one as my opinion is coloured by a) the fact that I didn't want it and b) the sheer amazingness of the name. An array of amazing terrible jokes, and because my boyfriend ordered a COLD Hearted, this was stuck in my head for the next several days:

Oh, Alyssa, I love you so much. 

Day three verdict: Gin! Bush jokes! Excuses to crowbar Drag Race into everything!

Saturday

In a way, this doesn't really count. We were both ill for most of the weekend, there was no evening bar hopping to be seen, and this place wasn't even participating in London Cocktail Week. But I was in London, I was drinking a cocktail, and it was this week. That's good enough. 

We were out, my boyfriend wanted a coffee, and since only fancy coffee would do we went to Bar Termini. Bar Termini was only participating in Cocktail Week as a stand in the Spitalfields village, but I was not going to sign up for a week of cocktails and only drink on three of the days, dammit. So I had a Bloody Mary. Reasonably standard as Bloody Marys go except with the addition of horseradish, quite spicy and strong, doesn't feel ridiculous to be drinking them at lunchtime. Nice.

Day four verdict: Low key, but you can't say no to a Bloody Mary.

And that was as much as we got to. Much less than usual and WAY less than London Wine Week... so look out for that, coming next year in between TV recaps to confuse you. Hooray!