Both covert and clandestine, there’s something deliciously decadent about the mysterious Weles…
Were it not for the decorative fire column signposting the entrance, you’d think the doorway marked a porter’s secret nook: yeah, the kind filled with broomsticks, buckets and dirty magazines. Instead, a swing of the door takes visitors plunging down a blacked-out stairwell and into a basement that emerges from the darkness like a decadent Tsarist relic: glinting chandeliers glimmer over deep leather sofas, their subtle light casting a glow over an immaculate clientele comprised of architects, fashion bloggers and bearded hotshots – immediately you realize it’s a place aimed at adults (with prices to match). Befitting the venue, the artisanal cocktails are a work of elaborate craftsmanship, and incorporate everything from elite liquors to strips of bacon and flower petals. Hefty bills are par the course, yet you leave with no regrets.
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