Please note, Carbon is closed. Time Out Editors.
Shelf after shelf of Taittinger bottles suggest the target clientele at this bar-cum-nightclub.
It’s a large space to fill, with a massive wooden bar lined with stools, a long stretch of sofas and a VIP area cordoned off by floor-to-ceiling steel chains. The back bar attempts to project the illusion of a cool, industrial space with a series of stencilled warning words (noise, hazard, machine), all too familiar to anyone who’s ever suffered a working stint in a production plant.
Prices are on the steep side, especially once you move beyond house spirits and wines; such posh cocktails as the Fatal Petal (Sputnik rose vodka, peach purée and passionfruit juice) will set you back more than a tenner, although some of the cheaper options look equally appealing.