The Mayor of Scaredy Cat Town might be inspired by the 'secret speakeasies' for illegal boozing during the Prohibition era in 1920s America, but its location is anything but hidden. Indeed, numerous Londoners and tourists alike head to The Breakfast Club in Spitafields, open the fridge door, walk down the stairs and enter the basement bar. Nobody even bothers to ask for the password anymore.
Nonetheless, a speakeasy that can be accessed through a refrigerator door is anything but conventional. As you pass the threshold, your eyes meet an arrow sign that reads 'thrills' pointing downstairs and forecasting what awaits the visitor.
I glanced at the menu and read a series of rules stating "how to behave toward cats here below to determine our status in Heaven". The first rule is that you can't depart the bar via the fridge in the Breakfast Club. One of the rules is quite amusing: "there isn't enough room to swing a Scaredy Cat round here. Cost proximity to your fellow drinkers is part and parcel of your experience. It's like the tube but more fuzzy and friendly".