Red Door

You'll walk past this place a hundred times during the week wondering what's behind that red door on Berry Street. Come Friday evening, you'll find out – and immediately understand why they only bother opening for weekends. The space feels like someone converted their Victorian terrace into a cocktail den, all dark wood and low lighting that makes everyone look mysteriously attractive. The drinks list reads like they've actually thought about what goes into each glass rather than just throwing together whatever's trendy. Their bartenders know what they're doing, and they're not precious about it – expect proper cocktails without the theatre. It gets packed by 9pm on Saturdays, so either arrive early or prepare to wait. The kind of place that makes you forget you have work on Monday.