Ever wondered what it’d be like to attend one of those sweaty frat parties you see in American high school movies? Here’s your chance to find out. The only difference at Sink is that the people gripping red plastic cups and shouting ‘Chug! Chug! Chug!’ are dressed-down bankers from The City rather than muscly jocks.
Otherwise, the atmosphere is much the same in a place that feels like someone’s living room has been taken over by a boisterous stag do. A handful of sticky ping pong and beer pong tables – costing £20 an hour to hire – fill the sparse room, and a pair of speakers on the floor in the corner blast out house music at a volume that makes conversation impossible.
Add to this the disappointing selection of fizzy lagers and bar staff who seem surprised to learn that you’d like a drink, and it’s difficult to find many reasons to go to Sink. If it’s a table tennis fix you’re after, you’re better off going five minutes down the road to Bounce.