Claridge's Bar - Review - Mayfair - London - The Infatuation
"If you’re looking to rebrand ‘drinking enough gin on a Tuesday to sedate Patsy Stone’ as ‘a sophisticated nightcap for two’, then Claridge’s Bar is our go-to classy candidate. There are black-and-white photographs of celebrities on former trips to this Mayfair hotel, and glassware that gives us big, sentimental feelings over a scallop-design coupe. Within its achingly elegant art-deco walls, the crowd changes like a round of eccentric musical chairs, and you shouldn’t question why a Rolex-enthusiast in a kilt is belly-laughing next to someone who has seemingly just stepped off the Miu Miu catwalk. It’s something of a sacred space for people with significantly more Instagram followers than us, so be warned that you can’t take any photos here. We like it that way. It’s an excellent excuse to forget that your phone exists and live in a chic world where your water glass is always full and rare bottles of champagne are popped next to bouquets of white roses. The Claridge’s dry martini is legendary, but if you’re not partial to glacial gin pours, order the zesty, Negroni-adjacent Garibaldi. photo credit: Claridge's" - Heidi Lauth Beasley
