London is not really a 24-hour city. Not like Berlin, Beirut, New York. Being wistful in a pub, then bar, then club, then café isn't a passage likely to prove forthcoming. Rather, London is sudden, more about going home at 2am and being contemplative eight hours later as Pizza Hut is ordered. The mood might call for a run at Gladiator, or possibly Titanic, hangover depending.
But there are a handful of ways to do London, extended. One is to follow The Box with Bar Bruno. You begin anywhere. One of Soho’s distinctly old and romantic places, the likes of I Camisa, Bar Italia, Trisha’s (open again, happily), Kettner’s, Gerry’s, Quo Vadis, L’Escargot, Ronnie Scott’s, the Coach & Horses. Then onwards to delirium.
