Cahoots Underground

You descend into Carnaby's basement and suddenly you're somewhere else entirely—1920s New York, basically, all low lighting and dark wood. The bar staff actually know their stuff, shaking up proper cocktails rather than Instagram fodder, and the atmosphere feels genuinely secretive rather than touristy, which is harder to pull off in this part of town than you'd think. It gets properly buzzy on weekends, packed with people who've either stumbled upon the place or deliberately sought it out, and there's a real energy to it—the kind of bar where you actually want to linger over a drink rather than just tick a box.