Happiness Forgets promises high end cocktails in a low rent basement.
Down a shabby metal staircase past the cartoon-esque entrance sign and you reach the bar. Simple, no-frills decor is found inside, exposed brick and a lack of girly glitz and glamour. This serious cocktail den is mimicking the popular New York prohibition style. This moody ambience is all very well, but please give us a little light, the menus are impossible to read without your iPhone and cocktails cannot be properly admired in such gloomy conditions.
The drinks, many served in icy frosted coupes, remain cold for the duration of their life in the glass. Expertly constructed and perfectly balanced, they are remarkably good. Mikey Rivers is a safe bet for boys, a mix of Elijah Craig 12, clove bitters and maple syrup shaken with fresh-pressed apple and lemon juices and topped with dry apple cider. Artistic and refreshing, it is presented in a tumbler with a ball of ice. Jerezana is a more challenging drink for more daring drinkers: Manzanilla and amontillado sherries stirred with sweet and dry vermouths, a dash of vanilla syrup and orange bitters. Dutch Courage should suit most palates, a delicious combination of Ketel One vodka shaken with overproof rum, creme de cacao, fresh lemon and mint.
The crowd we sat amongst were thankfully not too surly-Shoreditch-pretentious. Without a booking, you are turned away at the door so only those keen and organised enough to book in advance are welcomed inside.
After a few of these cocktails you may forget a lot of things, but happiness is not one of them.
More information here: www.happinessforgets.com