There used to be, and maybe still is, a Spanish tapas bar, in a basement on Charlotte Street, which claimed to be one of the oldest in London. It stayed opened very late so we would nip down there after work, certainly after licensing hours, and get silly. One of its house specialities, which should give you a sense of the depravity of this establishment, was a Depth Charge, although perhaps it was just the depravity of our crew.
Depth Charge
