Monday, August 16, 2010
Posted By:
Claire Storrow
Photo:
Claire Storrow
Frank's Cafe and Campari Bar
Most people do not like Campari. Granted,
its flowery bitterness can be like a mouthful of mothball to the uninitiated. But
for me this was the main draw to Frank's Café & Campari Bar--not that it's
a pop up and situated on the tenth floor of a multi-storey car park in Peckham--the elevator of which only goes up to the sixth floor--or that on its opening
this year (last year was its first) tout de Londres' artscene headed by J(anus)
Jopling was there. No, I wanted a bar that served only Campari--maybe that
would have sorted the wheat from the chaff. Don't believe the whining morons
who say this place is a right fag to find (just take the stairs--easy!) nor
believe those who say this is the pinnacle of all that is marvellous about London (maybe it is, maybe
not)--just go. The vista is rather splendid, the drinks reasonably priced, the
food unfussy (and when it runs out that's it so don't come starving). The best
view is from the end toilet--which, by the way, is a chemical lav so if you
don't like that don't bother coming either.
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