Luckily the bouncer was stood at the front plastered in a huge grin that pushed thoughts of the dreary weather aside as he urged us to come inside.
We were immediately ensconced by the funky beats and sounds of soul thrown out from a DJ at the side, and as I absorbed the surroundings of the small interior I could not help but feel like I was in a garage conversion bar with its exposed brick walls and mismatched downsized wooden furniture. Don’t get me wrong, this is all part of Shutterbug’s humble appeal and carries with it the distinctive Shoreditch stamp of underground style.
The subdued orange lighting hanging over the bar enticed us over, where we passed a wall of photographs encased in light boxes and were presented with menus that mimicked old family albums as a continuation of the bar’s photography theme. Black and white images bearing smiling figures with arms wrapped around one another were stuck beside each list of experimental cocktails – it was a warm touch to what would otherwise be a plain menu face. I opted for the Liebovitz Spritz that was comprised of a sophisticated blend of champagne and elderflower cordial garnished with coriander seeds, apparently one of the more popular options.
As I amicably sipped on the delicate flavouring of this light concoction I watched the barmen pour French buckwheat flour crepe recipe onto hot plates from behind the front of the bar. I appreciated the open display of food preparation and could watch him folding my savoury selections of honey roast ham and cheese into the crepe. Often a drink has me feeling peckish and this proved to be a gorgeous treat to nibble on that kept my hunger at bay.
Although I consider the menu to be a bit on the costly side (crepe prices range from £5.50 – £8 and my cocktail was priced at £9) Shutterbug is a very hospitable retreat that pioneers youthful spirit and artful tones.
Words: Laura Yuen