Cahoots Ticket Hall

Unique Cocktails and Cozy Live Music Bliss

Ah, the colorful amalgam of whimsy and ingenuity that is Choots, nestling snugly in the bustling hubbub of Soho like a vivid dream only half-remembered. Unreachable for some, too exclusive perhaps, yet worth the occasional missed opportunity just to claim your own patch of its heady atmosphere—a carnival ride of cocktails, live music, and clashing exuberance. What greets you at Choots is less a simple night out and more an assault on the senses, with each nook and cranny offering something uniquely its own. The place is no doubt somewhat self-aware in its ambitions, almost resembling a blueprint shared with railway enthusiasts: old tickets tucked into walls here, rusty train lamps shining upon polished tables there, reality blurred with hues of bright cocktails full of esoteric ingredients.

Walking into this vibrant melee felt like stepping onto the stage mid-production; staff breezing in and out, somehow both omnipresent and fleetingly thin in supply. Despite seated discomfort reminiscent of school detention, and bar tab prices sure to drain parental funds, along came moments of serendipity—with live music in airy alcoves and occasional brush-ins with fellow convivialists who must have read the shared joy encrypted in the décor. If pretentious flourishes layered with genuine charm appeal—or simply if in pursuit of an ironic delight—then consider Choots your next adventure. Just feel free to blame the layers of ice jewelry seducing the cocktails if the budget faces strife. Nevertheless, immerse yourself briefly, for even cynics enjoy Tempest's show when occasionally drawn back. — Penelope Savory