SUPERCUBE

You walk into Supercube and immediately clock the no-nonsense approach—this is cocktail territory done properly, without the theatrical nonsense or £18 drinks that taste like regret. The space itself is compact and unfussy, all clean lines and attentive staff who actually know their Negroni from their Sazerac. It's the kind of place where you're just as welcome ordering a well-made Daiquiri on a Wednesday as you are getting properly stuck in with friends on a Friday night. George Street can feel a bit corporate, but Supercube carves out its own thing: seriously good spirits, no velvet ropes, real hospitality.