Scarlet’s is a bar that I’d visited quite a few times when it was called ‘The Verve’, but last weekend was the first time I’d been to the bar under its new name.
The drinks were pretty much the same as they were when I’d visited two years ago, although I did notice some pretty unreasonable inflation: the Pornstar Martini sharer was now £25. In 2015, it had been £20. Come on!
Graciously, Happy Hour is still between 5pm to 8pm in Scarlet’s, where it’s Buy One Get One Free on cocktails and cocktail sharers/pitchers. Lamentably, it’s one of those inconvenient Fifty Five Camden-style Happy Hour deals where the two drinks you’re buying have to be the same, which is less than ideal because invariably, someone has to compromise and forgo their first choice.
On the plus side, the Pornstar Martini, ridiculously inflated in prices post-revamp that it was, tasted amazing and was still as potent as ever. Think the Long Island Ice tea and how lethal a (well-made) one of those are. Well, the Pornstar Martini is even more dangerous. Because the champagne and tropical juice masks all the shots in it, you don’t realise how much alcohol you’ve ingested and just keep sipping at it like it’s water. Bad for the liver, but great for social occasions.
The food, on the other hand, was another matter. I had the fish and chips, and it being part of a January promotion, food was 50% off, so it cost £5 rather than £10. But even £5 for that (pictured above), when the same amount of money at McDonald’s gets you a far more nourishing filet o fish (and delicious salty French fries), felt like a bit of a liberty. The person I was with had the chorizo burger and he wasn’t blown away by the shoddy workmanship on that, either.
Still, we’re both pragmatists, and acknowledge that nobody visits Scarlet’s expecting Michelin-star quality food.
After getting drunk the drinks we went down to the basement, hoping to dance off some of the inebriation. I remember when visiting this bar in 2015 (just after having seen Damien Chazelle’s Whiplash) that I absolutely loved the music played here. So it’s apropos, then, that in the week when I watched Damien Chazelle’s far inferior follow-up, La La Land, the racket that they call music Scarlet’s was playing was like the La La Land to the Whiplash of music they played two years ago. /tenuous film analogy
Overall, with the January deal, and the fact that we were fed and extremely drunk by the end of the night (I couldn’t move from my bed in the morning), I can’t have too many complaints about Scarlet’s. Without any kind of voucher on food deals though, I definitely wouldn’t recommend eating here, especially when the decent burger joint Five Guys is literally just across the road. Come here for the three hours during Happy Hour to take advantage of the deal, then bugger off, would be my advice.
And finally, I was not a fan of this sign by the till. I guess they were aiming for facetious, but the joke is somewhat tone-deaf (not unlike that godawful quip that Ryan Gosling makes in The Big Short
(another Best Picture-nominated film with Gozzer in that was so smug it was unbearable) about how he’s sure his calculations are correct because he used a Chinese kid to check his numbers.
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