The unique cocktail selection is only part of the pull for rocking up here. Zetter Townhouse, the brainchild of Mark Sainsbury and Michael Benyan, the duo behind the Zetter Hotel across the way, is a breath of fresh air for Clerkenwell, and London in general. It won’t be to everyone’s tastes but I, for one, fell in love with the place, which the owners accurately describe as The Zetter’s eccentric aunt from 200 or so years before.
With a vast taxidermy collection encompassing a stuffed kangaroo and Victorian dressed pussycat; an eclectic mix of oil paintings, sketches, sepia photographs, rustic rugs, stone pillars; and a dotting of glass-topped tables, through which collections of oddities reside – from tobacco and screw tins to maps and magnifying glasses – when I first step foot into the Townhouse, I feel like I’ve stumbled into Professor Henry Jones’s study (circa Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade). I almost expect to be directed through the folding doors of the private dining room for a starter of monkey brains (yes, I know that’s actually Temple of Doom; play along won’t you?); quite the contrast to Zetter Townhouse’s unassuming Georgian façade.
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