It was called Be@One. I'm reliably informed that there are several establishments under this bar's umbrella dotted around London. I can safely say I'd never been in one before, but it's charmingly welcoming in that it is tiny, everyone seems to be happy and friendly in there (happy hour lasts from 4:30, opening, to 7:00) and they serve a killer Vesper that would make anyone think they were Bond, James Bond.
Incidentally, it seemed to be a great place to pick up girls, should that be your thing, with conversations starting easily at the bar as they ask you what it is you've just ordered, what's in it, etc. An upside of it being in the capital seems to be that plenty of attractive, confident, clever and funny people were in there.
The downside is that it is in the capital, and as such there are plenty of metropolitan people in there who think that they are attractive, confident, clever and funny, sometimes without reasonable cause. The "in crowd", if you'd like to call them that, or as I think of them "wankers".
It's these same successful people, I'm sure, who are responsible for the second-most lasting impression on me from those 24-hours. The Dockland's Light Railway journeys I took, cutting from Bank to Mudchute and back again a few times, convinced me that the precious people heading to Canary Wharf and its subsidiary office district or shopping centres are far too self-important for their own good.
How close together do the stops have to be? We were slowing down and starting again more frequently than a bus, literally going 100 metres or less between some stops. Here's an idea- get off and walk a bit, "wankers". Burn the calories you ingested quoffing cocktails every weekend and shouting out the names of your friends like "Wilbert" and "Anthony" with the "th" pronounced as in "thong", all the while guffawing and staring at my friends all evening.
That said, the DLR is awesome, clean and swift compared to the tube. And hey, it's in London- what's not to like about London?
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