|Dave Brown preparing cocktails|
Last night we went for drinks at a local bar called The Cotton Thief. I love the atmosphere in this small, dark and dingy bar (the lighting is very flattering). Rusty pots and pans hang overhead and one wall is adorned with a painting of clothes hanging on a line. The owner, Dave Brown, is proud of his convict heritage. In 1821 his great, great, great grandfather was shipped off to New South Wales from England after stealing garments off the washing line of a London housewife. He was the Cotton Thief.
The bar is noisy and popular with the young and trendy in Cremorne (we were accompanied by two young and trendy friends so they did let Paul and me in). They have a huge range of cocktails but after previously making the mistake of ordering a martini that nearly blew our heads off we played safe with a chilled glass of Prosecco. Several drinks later we staggered back down the road to the Sushi Train. A decadent evening out. Tonight I'm staying in with whisky, chocolate, film and my very own Cookie Thief - Buddy!
|eclectic bar decor (or in Paul's words "What the ....")|