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Bar Essentials: Berry and Rye

David Blake's got a mojo rising in this blues cave

Written by . Published on May 20th 2014.


Bar Essentials: Berry and Rye
 

THIS IS the first bar to turn me on for quite some time. Ever in fact. The last bar to turn me on was Bar Refaeli. She wasn’t interested back then.

The majority of bars have become weary places. Middling, unremarkable, banal spaces packed full of twinkly lights, confused impedimenta and cleavages like two leather bowling balls squaring up. Too many bars are happy to stay in the middle lane, hang around twelfth place, too many bars are Newcastle United.


The bar's triumph is the thick,
grainy, sorrowful blues, dripping
from the walls like molasses from a jar


Same goes for the cocktail. As soon as Tesco started shifting 70cl of pre-mixed Caribbean Twist Blue Lagoon for £2.50 the game was up. The cocktail had lost its Bond and gained a Barry.

I'd settled down for a life on the ale, hunched in the corner of the Nags Head, developing trench-arse and necking Black Sheep while slowly coming-round to the UKIP mantra.

But the ale train has been derailed.

I’m not usually one for hyperbole, but Berry and Rye on Berry Street, Liverpool, is perhaps the greatest bar in the whole fucking world ever. At least, that I've visited, which is admittedly, perhaps 0.0000001% of the world's bars.

Berry and Rye is the kind of place where, given the means and the stamina, you could lose a month. Block out the sun, punch through the clock, stop the world, step off.

The Gothic knocking shopThe Gothic knocking shop

You wouldn’t have the foggiest about any of this standing outside, mind.

From the humdrum bedragglery of Berry Street, the place looks like a Gothic knocking shop. No signs, no ceremony, just a shabby, black, ever-so-slightly cocked-door (you may have to knock). If Mordor had an XXX shop, it’d look like this.

Pushing back the curtain (black, naturally) lies a toasty flickering blues cave. A back-alley, Chicago, swill-slinging bar, pushed through the nose of a Wild West whisky saloon. Some may call it a speakeasy - but then we'd have to swallow them with a yawn.

Of course, bare brick, dark leather, knackered wood, thumbed books, exposed piping, candles wedged in old bottles, old adverts, an old piano, an even older fireplace and lights turned so low you'd trip over a midget are now easy wins for operators (this lot should know, they run a number of successful bars in the city including Aloha and Jenny's). The ageing aspect hints at knowledge and maturity.

But the stand apart win is that this bar has the blues. 

The Blues caveThe Blues cave

Aside from the staggering whiskey collection, some so obscure and potent they'd have even Mark Twain - a ferocious whisky drinker - reaching for the Berocca come dayrise, the bar's triumph is the thick, grainy, sorrowful blues dripping from the walls like molasses from a jar.

The likes of Robert Johnson, Blind Willie and Muddy Waters are perfect drink-fellows: the slide guitar slides down the ear as the booze sliding down your neck slides you down your chair. We were near recumbent by leaving time. 

This was a Wednesday evening. The weekends are a different experience, once the bar is full - which it will be - that's it. Berry and Rye are anti-queuers. If the bar is full you can try again later. If the bar is still full on your return, you're back on your heel pal.

No queues means the bar remains in chambers.

The menu, a hand, a drinkThe menu, a hand, the Merchant

The drinks. My oh my. The menu is a work of art, dug-out and buried inside smeared leather-bound encyclopedias. If I've ever doubted the limits of the cocktail (which I have mercilessly) I'll now eat my shoe. 

While waiting for my companion - who had to ask 17 locals, four postboxes and a sherpa for directions to find the place - a £3 schooner (2/3 a pint) of Batch 48 beer went down like sun on a bank holiday.

Finally bundling in, a French 75 (£8) nearly had her sprinting back out the door and to the roofs to roar its virtues. Served with Beefeater 24 gin, lemon juice, sugar syrup, spumante and served in a champagne flute, the prim-looking drink actually carried more kick than a donkey in steel-toe Timberlands.

"It's the gin mixed with the fizz," said the barkeep, "It's a strange branch of drink." That'll be why they named it after a French 75mm howitzer.

French 75: the donkeyFrench 75: the donkey kick

On recommendation from the bartender - who was on-hand, informed and conversant throughout - came The Merchant (£7.50), a piquant, seafaring brandy number served over the iceberg B-15. A combination of Maxime Trijol cognac, El Dorado 15yr rum, Cockburns Ruby Port, syrup and bitters that put at least three extra hairs on my chest. There's seven now.

From then on it was strictly recommendations, including the finest Bloody Mary (£8) my companion "had ever, ever tasted" and a surprisingly thought-out cheese board. Of which I'd explain the intricacies if the soothing squark of the blues harmonica hadn't washed all memory of it.

Finally stumbling out into next week I could be sure of only three things:

1. That this was now my favourite drinking hole.

2. I'd swallowed my watch and we'd lost five days.

3. I was almost definitely a strange branch of pissed.

Marvellous.


 

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Berry and Rye, 48 Berry St, Liverpool. L1 4JQ.

Open 5pm til late seven nights a week.

Rating: 18/20 (please read the scoring system in the box below, venues are rated against the best examples of their kind) 

Drinks: 5/5 Masterful
Service: 4/5 Informed and involved
Ambience: 5/5 Ahh the blues
Concept: 4/5 Cooler than a penguin's wotsit

PLEASE NOTE: Venues are rated against the best examples of their kind: cocktail bars against other cocktail bars; real ale pubs etc etc. Following on from this the scores represent: 1-5: Cider in the park; 6-9: Cider with Rosie; 10-11: Bargain Booze is shut; 12-13: If you happen to be passing 14-15: Worth a trip out 16-17:  Very good to exceptional; 18-20: As good as it gets

Out backIn the yard

Berry and RyeIn the yard

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Poster BoyMay 20th 2014.

One day 'Blakey the Verbose' will write a review without gratuitous swearing. It ain't big and it ain't clever...

AnonymousMay 20th 2014.

Fantastic place to start the evening, the Old Fashioned and Manhattan's are sublime. Jenny's Bar on Fenwick Street is also a good spot for fans of a well-made cocktail in Liverpool.

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