Speak easy bars have become the rage around the world. Hidden tiny drinking spots for those in the know.
Speak easy bars are an ode to the US prohibition era, when little inconspicuous bars would illegally sell alcohol to the thirsty.
I had never been to one before, and when a friend now living in London recommended we meet up for a drink at a hidden gem I was very excited.
After a night at the theatre seeing Wicked, we met up on a street corner and made our way towards an discreet door reading "Evans and Peels Detective Agency".
We buzzed at the door and told the lady on the other end of our "appointment" name and time. (You have to book).
We made our way down the stairs into a small office with a desk full of papers, a book shelf and a female detective.
"Why are you here?" The lady asked us. "What is your case that you need us to investigate?"
We then spent the next five minutes awkwardly (think baby giraffe trying to walk) trying to convince the detective that we suspected my brother had been murdered as he was a dealer of hard core narcotics and we hadn't seen him in two weeks.
Slightly unimpressed but probably feeling sorry for us, the detective stood up and pushed open the book shelf, uncovering a gorgeous candlelit underground bar.
We took a seat and all ordered drinks, needing to take the edge off from what had been an absolutely awful display of impromptu acting. Safe to say I mustn't have got any inspiration from the show earlier in the night!