Cocktails!
After seeing at least three of my friends post pictures of their trip to ICEBAR on Facebook, Socks and I decided to have a rare evening out and went to see what the fuss was about.
As we joined the queue, the staff opened the doors to the ice room and a blast of -5 degree air made us all shiver. We were given faux-furr lined clocks and mittens to wear so we didn’t get frost bite and were herded inside. I had purchased the VIP tickets (£16 each) which meant that a free premier vodka cocktail (£8) was included in the price of our tickets. We were handed our drink in a glass made of – you guessed it – ice! Really, really thick ice (no wonder mittens were provided).
After we collected out drinks, there wasn’t actually much to do; after all, we were just now standing in a really cold room. Sitting down wasn’t an option as there weren’t many seats, and anyway they were also made of ice, and I like my bum to be frost bite free, thanks.
So we did what everyone else was doing – took photos of ourselves. Photos of us in capes, photos of us with the hoods of our cloaks up & down, photos of our ice glasses you get the idea.
Basically ICEBAR is just one big photo opportunity.
As we were only allotted a 40 minute time slot, we were quite surprised to see that socks and I were the only people to stay until the very end, everyone else seemed to have flaked out moaning about the cold. It was -5, not -50!
ICEBAR, London is definitely something I would like to do again, but after you’ve taken your photos there’s nothing much to do.















