It would be nice if 3 Blind Mice was as unknown as many of the reviews say it is. But it's clear when you're sitting there in one of their little candle lit new-skool-snugs, and it gradually gets more and more packed as the DJs start to amp themselves up, that a lot of people know about this place. Despite the fact that it doesn't really have a sign outside it, and Ravey St. where it's located is more of a side street, and the entrance is just a set of stairs heading downwards that looks like it could be an entrance to someone's cellar.
It used to be Smersh Bar, which was apparently an Eastern European style thing with a bar lined with row after row of exotic vodka. They've kept the best of it – the best vodkas, the most charming German recipes peeling off the walls, and some of the same peeling paint, but added to it, creating an atmosphere that actually feels like you're a second world war spy, rather than just promises to be an American speakeasy.
3 Blind Mice is relatively easy to get into before 8, but gets busier and busier, until you'll find a packed dance floor at about 11, as people get down with their good selves to funk and soul – and a bit of reggae. 'Cause what they really want to be known for is their music. They want to have the DJs that are about to be The Next Big Thing, which is great for us punters.