"If you’re sick of speakeasies that look like they’re owned by that bloke from Peaky Blinders, Doña is for you. The walls at this underground Dalston drinking den are carmine red, the bar is covered in pink feathers like Big Bird is living his best Barbie fantasy, and the spicy margaritas are our personal benchmark for sexy mezcal consumption. Even if you plan on coming here for one little bottle of Modello, this is a bar you’ll struggle to leave before midnight. You’re in the presence of a velvet chaise longue, it would be rude not to stay. " - heidi lauth beasley, jake missing, daisy meager