Elise M.
Yelp
The Sax has been around for what seems like forever, which doesn't *necessarily* make it good (just look at Cliff Richard), but in this case it means they've had the time to fine tune some intricacies and now the Sax is a functional and versatile bar/pub/restaurant.
The menu knows where it's at, there is no pub-standard overwhelming curry/pizza/pub meals/pasta/focaccia/dehydrated space food menu that tries to cover all bases and ultimately bollockses up *all* of them. Home-style Italian in style, you'll find antipasto, pastas, rustic mains, gourmet pizzas and some sweets. All food is organic, free range, locally sourced, seasonal and largely house-made (wild foraged morel mushroom tagliarini with house made pasta, anyone?), so it's guilt free. Provided you stay away from the desserts of course but that's a whole other kind of guilt that no amount of ethical sourcing can assuage, but then there's always a treadmill or bulimia for that. Points to note though: bring an Italian dictionary, and vegetarians should maybe think about getting a lentil sandwich on the way in or just hoeing into some cocktails and imparting an anti-cruelty diatribe while everyone else chews on a fat steak or juicy quail.
Neat segue into cocktails: sweet tooths should check out the toffee apple, everyone else go the boozy mandarin julep. Lots of imported and boutiquey beers plus 11 on tap, and a great wine list including house wines on tap (right??) available by the glass/half litre/litre. The bar is well stocked but forget about the following: wet pussies; Jagermeister, Red Bull, Jagerbombs, Skittlebombs, Malibu, Midouri, and French martinis. The barstaff will give you a look that's drier than the driest dirty martini and a lot drier than the bartop on a busy night.
Speaking of busy nights, expect to queue but not for long, then once you're inside you can either queue again to get past the velvet rope into the oddly exclusive upstairs bar with cosy booths, full bar and smokers' balcony. But downstairs is good enough for most, with a massive heated courtyard and a fire place. Just beware my housemate, Dopey Dwarf, who haunts this joint like the ghost of good music haunts Bono's house. I mean mansion. Or yurt, wherever he lives now.
The Sax is an ideal spot for Sunday sessions and I'm not just saying that so you'll come and keep me company. The crowd tends toward the good looking and sophisticated, minimal hipster contingent, and Neville.