In line with our cosmopolitan style house theming, we brought a new Cuban Bar back from Havana. The Cuban Cocktail Lounge has authentic baraphenalia and original objects de art items sourced directly from Cuba . It’s the perfect Rum Shack for Havana Club based Mojitos, Cuba Libras, Daiquiris and more in our converted woodshed.

It’s an atmospheric add on for all special events and will be manned by specially trained Havana Club cocktail bar staff. This premium cocktail lounge and Cuban Cigar Bar as well, will be your chance to learn how to make El Floridita daiquiris like Ernest Hemingway and mix a mojito like the barman from Sloppy Joes.

It was opened by Football Legends including Graham Souness, Ray Clemence, Liam Brady, Dave Beasant, Glenn Hoddle, Steve Coppell, Roberto Di Matteo, Ginafranco Zola in association with Havana Club etc.

Havannah



The exploration of old Havana took in some of the glorious Spanish Colonial buildings, the music of the surviving legends of the Buena Vista Social Club and El Floridita, the dark bar where we sank delicious daiquiris – a rum, lime and maraschino liqueur cocktail on crushed ice – said to have been invented by Hemingway.

Perhaps the rum and the noise stirred the befuddled gap between the fatigued Eason ears because memories emerged of one of the most extraordinary of all motor racing stories. I knew that Cuba was sanctuary for a generation of American cars, preserved in the aspic of Havana’s hot sun, but I had no idea of the scale. When post-war and pre-revolution Havana was America’s playground, a sort of Las Vegas-by-the-sea, Cuba was flooded with American cars, many – if not most – imported by a front company for the Mafia, who were virtually running the country alongside Fulgencio Batista, the puppet dictator supported by the United States and the Mob.

After the “Imperialist Yankees” were kicked out by Castro and his revolutionaries in 1959, the most obvious legacy of American domination was on the streets; 55 years on, great, hulking Studebakers, Cadillacs, Pontiacs and Chevys still populate the roads, in between the odd Peugeot and Hyundai. They appear to be kept going by some form of mechanical alchemy, chugging away and belching great clouds of black smoke.

They love their cars in Cuba and the bodywork, with its acres of shiny chrome, is still alluring, even though you are likely to find a gleaming Oldsmobile or Lincoln up on jacks and undergoing makeshift repairs outside the stunning Capitolio building, modelled on the United States’s own Capitol Hill in Washington” By Kevin Eason The Times