&Happiness Forgets - A tumble down the rabbit hole deal in Hoxton Square, thankfully a decidedly more central
location just a hop, skip and a jump from Old Street Station. Oozing with charm and trinkets. Look out for the giraffe and the decorative egg and get back to me.
Among all my moanings where Stoke Newington is concerned, I couldn't help but fall hopelessly in love with the second egg in the Burgess basket. With a wonderfully female heavy bar team (guys, I'm sure it's always a pleasure to watch a girl with a cocktail shaker), Original Sin is already causing a stir.
It took a seriously persuasive fear of missing the last tube to shift us from our seats but sadly we accepted that the time had come to head back to our own faraway land. We had taken a bite from the apple and there was no going back. Original sin has officially taken our innocence and it is only a matter of time before I'll return for another taste.
(Anybody who wants to brave the journey up to Stoke Newington to see this bountiful bar for themselves, tweet at me with a tortoise or other entertainingly unrelated emoticon and we can adventure that way together. Aren't new pals a blast)!