Since the hazy days of the early '60s, the merest mention of the word 'loft' has been enough to stir up almost inexplicable quantities of envy. |
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From Warhol's original Manhattan loft-studio to faux-brickwork, overpriced loft-conversions in Hoxton Square, the addition of that much desired prefix brings with it a factor of cool that seems rather all-pervasive. Loft-apartments, -offices, -studios, -bars, -boutiques, -clubs, -gyms, -estate agents, -bakeries. You name it, and it can be lofted. When the brothers Campana behind Brixton's Plan B and Old Street's Legion announced a new sharply designed bar in Clapham, I must admit a hint of disappointment. I mean, Clapham is just so, well, Clapham. But when I heard that it was called, wait for it, The Loft, my disappointment shifted to intrigue, then judgment, dismissal, mild jealousy, and back around to intrigue. With a tiered, and finely chosen spirit range, excellent beers and
a cocktail menu by infusion-happy cocktailian and owner, Andy Campana,
the bar looks a winner. A tangibly British food menu of brunches, bar
snacks and substantial mains covers the quiet nights, and with a DJ
line-up kick-started by Norman Jay, the Campanas look set to continue
with the musical quality of their previous two venues. |
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The question is really this: If a prefixed 'loft' can render even an East London bedsit cool, what magical effects can a capitalized, Campana-ized loft do for the often dismissible Clapham? The Loft Bar |
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