Bunker Lounge
nestled at the bottom of an otherwise anonymous and faintly Gotham-ish staircase; a long, concreted room carrying on underneath the city without a care for the rest of the world. Its walls are daubed with graffiti and stencils, as well as a variety of pop-art (ish) prints and silk-screens (and, er, Midori posters; more on that later). The room is low-lit in warm tones with a bright and - surprisingly, for its subterranean nature - relatively airy bar the focal point of the room, surrounded with '70s dag-chic bar stools.