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.
Espresso Martini
By now everyone has heard the story of how it originated when a unnamed model asked for: “something to wake me up, then fuck me up.” Who it was, Dick Bradsell took to the great jump in the sky.