Tony Conigliaro's Lab Bar Runs on Forty Seats and a Lantern
The Islington cocktail bar with no sign, no room, and a Prairie Oyster you'll think about on the walk home.
A lantern on a quiet residential street in N1, and a door that doesn't announce itself. Inside is one small room done up like a 1950s Milan café — piano in the corner, low light, forty seats total. A menu in front of you where the Prairie Oyster is £8 and comes with tomato yolk, horseradish vodka and an oyster leaf. That's the opening move.
Tony Conigliaro opened this as a workshop attached to a bar — the upstairs is a lab where he develops drinks using techniques borrowed from molecular gastronomy and perfumery, then sends the finished ideas down to the ground floor to be poured. Conigliaro trained at Isola and Shochu Lounge, then built the drinks programme at The Zetter Townhouse. This is his own room. It ran at #7 on the World's 50 Best Bars in 2011 and #8 in 2012, drifted down the list through the mid-2010s, and has settled into something more useful than a ranking: a working cocktail bar that a serious drinker in London still books first.
Conigliaro's lab feeds a forty-seat room where the drinks are experimental and the format is not — book ahead or you don't get in.
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The menu covers two clear registers and doesn't wander. On one side, the reinventions that made Conigliaro's name — the Prairie Oyster with its tomato yolk, horseradish vodka, sherry and oyster leaf; the Bellini rebuilt on raspberry and violet instead of peach; the Lipstick Rose. On the other, a Vintage El Presidente aged six months in barrel and a working respect for the classics: ask for a Martinez, a Vieux Carré, a proper Manhattan, and it arrives without a lecture. Every house cocktail is £15, which flattens the decision.
The room is deliberate: dark wood, low lamplight, a small marble-topped bar, a piano in the corner and forty chairs total. It reads as a 1950s Milan café by way of a film-noir set, and the intimacy runs both ways — you can hear the piano from any seat, and you can hear the conversation at the next table too, which is not always a bonus. Volume stays low. Nobody is shouting over anyone.
Weeknights skew to industry drinkers, Islington regulars in their thirties and forties, and out-of-towners who've done the reading — the room rewards people who came for the drinks rather than the scene. Friday and Saturday after 9pm tightens up: the phone-and-email-only booking rule filters the crowd to people who planned two weeks ago, which keeps the volume manageable and the turnover honest. The crowd is the ballast here, not the product.
Skip the instinct to settle in for four rounds. Bookings are one hour, capped at six per table, and cocktails like the House Martini at £15 add up quickly once the snacks arrive — a ceviche, the beef pumpernickel — which is the trap that turns a fair bill into an expensive one. A 12.5% discretionary service charge lands on top. That's fair money for drinks at this level in central London; the Connaught charges materially more for work in the same tier. Stretch it and the maths stops flattering the room.
Come back for the Tuesday or Wednesday jazz set, early — 6pm, before the piano fills the room, when the bartenders have time to build a classic properly and the hour on your booking feels generous rather than tight. This is the best version of a small-format cocktail bar in London and it earns the return. What it isn't is a long night: if you want three hours and a fourth round, the format works against you, and the door won't bend.
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Prairie Oyster
“Go for the Prairie Oyster on a Tuesday. Skip if you want a long, loose night.”
One of the few London cocktail bars where the drinks live up to the mythology and the classics come back as well as the reinventions. Book Tock a week or two ahead for a weeknight slot at 6 or 7pm, order the Prairie Oyster, then go off-menu for the second round. Skip Friday and Saturday nights unless you're planning a fortnight out via email — and skip it entirely if you want a long, loose evening. The one-hour cap and the small room reward focused drinking, not sprawl. For sprawl, walk ten minutes south to a pub.
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