Dead Man's Fingers

You're walking up Park Street past the Georgian townhouses when you spot the skull and crossbones—Dead Man's Fingers is impossible to miss, and thank goodness for that. This is a proper rum bar, not the kind that pretends to be one. The space feels like a captain's quarters reimagined by someone with actual taste: dark wood, nautical touches that don't tip into costume shop territory, and a drinks list that takes itself seriously without being snobbish. Order a daiquiri or let the staff guide you through their own-brand rum selection—they know what they're doing, and they're happy to chat about it.