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The Vintage Guide To London | May 19, 2013

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Call the police! Speakeasy at J. Sheekey

London is buzzing with Twenties and Prohibition themed parties and events at the moment – let’s face it, it’s a bloody good excuse to reach for the liquor and tassels! Rebecca McWattie reviews the latest offering – speakeasy nights at J. Sheekey.

I could hardly contain my excitement when I heard about the Speakeasy nights hosted by the elegant J. Sheekey Oyster Bar. Sundays are pretty dead if you happen to be in the theatre reviewing biz so I longed to throw on my low-slung beaded dress and long gloves and skip off. When we got there, a cheeky prohibited pink Cosmopolitan helped to even convince my not-so-keen chap to get into the spirit of things, as did the sight of fresh prawns, a smoked anchovy, beetroot and horseradish salad, followed by half a dozen oysters.

Hush – the lights were suddenly lowered, the pianist began to tinkle the old ivories, and the five highly acclaimed Showstoppers members – introduced by comedian and broadcaster Hardeep Singh Kohli – appeared in a uniform of black and red. With the help of a clipboard and audience suggestions, the team concocted a ‘plot’ (I use the term loosely) before our very eyes – the more ludicrous the better – which continued to unfold more and more bizarrely between delicious courses, including a brioche crab roll and achingly scrumptious smoked haddock rarebit.

The performance evolved as a somewhat intricate love story, set in a Moorish palace in the 19th Century (my idea), between a eunuch, a lesbian and a tart set to tunes from Sondheim’s Sweeney Todd and Rogers and Hammerstein’s South Pacific (me again).

What a delightfully unusual evening! Laughter rippled around the three sided-bar like a Mexican wave – I was in my element and even my chap was laughing his head off in spite of himself. The cast are rightfully receiving critical acclaim for their vast knowledge of musicals and the ability to deliver off-the-cuff, clever, and downright hilarious lyrics around a myriad of random topics.

For some reason this sort of comedy particularly appeals to my somewhat perverse sense of humour – especially when they began using a J. Sheekey ice bucket stand as a prop and linked up to dance the conga – always ensuring everyone had a prime view of all the antics.

J. Sheekey Oyster Bar was an immediate hit with theatre-goers and oyster lovers alike since launching in 2008 next door to the long-established J. Sheekey fish and seafood restaurant in St Martin’s Court. The original 1898 restaurant – with its iconic red front and frosted windows that make you want to peer in on the off chance of spying celebrities, politicians or perhaps even royalty tucking into lobster – has attracted many influential guests over the years, so the Oyster Bar inevitably continued the popularity of the establishment and introduced a new audience to its charms with its more informal atmosphere and a decor reminiscent of a luxury vintage railway carriage.

With chefs preparing your food before you it is an environment which perfectly lends itself to good old-fashioned entertainment of this sort. The oysters, low lighting, and excellently priced wine and champagne also make it extremely romantic and a good alternative to a stuffy dinner. The Speakeasy nights began last year and have been increased to four dates a month due to their popularity. The cocktail choice changes monthly and the live acts and menu change per event. Don your Sunday best and let your hair down!

Speakeasy nights at J. Sheekey
Tickets are priced at £35, including a cocktail, three courses and entertainment at 7pm.

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  1. Tom Verlaine

    Looks like everyone is jumping on the bandwagon now to market their wares. Shame that a scene that came from the street get’s turned into a business opportunity. But it was ever thus I guess. Time to move on.

  2. Lena

    Tom, I totally agree. As with all fads they thankfully disappear after a while and what remains are the few more authentic offerings.

    Sadly, there really doesn’t seem to be anything remotely authentic 20s going in London at the moment.

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