As a sprouting youth obsessed by secret corridors, tunnels and labyrinths, the illusive nature of entry to this here bar really turned me on. One arrives to a back alley door instructing you to notify Michael or Benito of your presence. Post a patient wait, you are warmly greeted by said gentlemen and ushered into the elevator. The revelation is an unforeseen hideaway.
From ancient bricks and Victorian parlour lounges to collaged walls and video-gaming stools, the mood is warm, bright eyed and elegantly mixed at Sticky. The blackboard frenzy of Italian/French beers, wines and nibbling niceties ensure you can feel worlds away or right at home here.**If you are after a change of scenery, some black cocktail magic, a pure Italian aperitif or a dimly lit canoodle; the warm service, interior splendour and spill of soft live sounds (from the restaurant below) will please your palette.








