BRIDGE

09/03/13: It’d been a wee while since our last trip to The Bridge, so it was definitely long overdue a trip to Clapham’s newest, funkiest drinking-cum-club den.

And if we remembered correctly, it was the perfect venue for Saturday night starters. (QX question: when you start having pre-drinks before your pre-drinks, does that mean you need to check-in to Betty Ford? Meh, we’ll let the hangover decide.)

When we arrived at The Bridge, and were asked for I.D. – we debated a neck-wind accompanied with “don’t you know who I am?”, before getting heckled, but instead took the compliment that we didn’t need to break into our Botox savings account just yet!

Inside the bar was just as lively as we remembered, with a remarkable number of the clientele turning it out in shirts and ties. From this we assumed the manager knew we were coming (and about our weak spot for men in suits) and had arranged it so, specifically.

DJ Fabio Luigi played uplifting house to a buzzing crowd, while we got reacquainted with our old friend Sambucca! Good to see you again The Bridge… until next time!

8 Voltaire Road, Clapham,
Words by Anthony Gilét
Photos by Chris Jepson

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