Casa Blue Bar

Propping up the most northerly ends of brick lane is casa blue. Its a bohemian cocktail bar run on a skeleton staff of one barman one doorman and two so called cocktail waitresses who just seem like young drunk female members of the crowd who keep asking you if you want mojitos well into the early hours of the morning. The venue gets overcrowded at around midnight with drinks trying to navigate their plastic cups around old velvet sofas, large dangerous candles and pictures and sculptures about the cramped enclosure designed for shock and discussion. The bar is made up of two small rooms divided by a curtain and is softly lit like an old persons front room within. The toilets situated down the stairs are like a scene worse than that of the film ’saw’ filth vandalism and terror appear in this torture chambers of a facility. The good points to make are the strength of the cocktails although for seven odd pounds each you would expect your glass to be made of glass. There are also fish bowls available and later in the evening the waiting service can seem quite appealing.

Overall as the evening wears on you get a good atmospheric vibe from the place it has a lot more character than most places and even dressed in army attire the doorman was friendly about conviscating our plastic weapons - 7/10