Igloo

I don’t know whether my mind is just the most painfully simple to manipulate or if they’d actually lowered the heating inside but walking into Igloo chilled me to the core.
This bar (formerly Chaya (formerly Tea Factory (formerly an organ-​harvesting clinic *citation needed*))) certainly boasts the right look. As dark as an Eskimo’s Christmas and interspersed with eerie blue lights that make you feel like you’re trapped under ice and being shone on by emergency services, you can tell the designers put great effort into the décor.
It’s just a shame the place is full of arseholes. The customers are a dovetailing mix of amateur WAG-​impersonator fans and thugs. When I asked for two different cocktails off the 2 for 1 menu I was told by the barman that ‘you can’t mix and match them’. I’m not a club-​owner and never will be, but on a quiet afternoon I can think of no other reason for this than bone idleness on their behalf.
What would the brave Inuits think of that?

I visited here last night for the first time and I’ve no idea why I didn’t pop in sooner! The décor of the place is really stylish and the upkeep of bar is obviously main priority, which is nice as lately many bars in Liverpool seem to have turned very scruffy.
Prices on drinks were very reasonable indeed, and classic cocktails are on other throughout the week so check that out if you’re heading here. But the bar staff are what really made our evening. We had some great banter with them and as it was my friend’s birthday we got some offers on shots.
Music varies from generic to classic indie (well, The Killers came on once) and the DJ even played my favourite tune of the moment (Katy Perry’s Califurnia Girls).
This bar combines seated drinking areas with dancefloors really well. In some places it feels like you can’t dance and merely have to order drinks, but this is a versatile venue.
Hooray another bar I can love in Liverpool.

A fancy new cocktail place in the pleasant environs of St. Peter’s Square, Igloo is exactly the sort of place I wish there were more of in Liverpool city centre — a cool, reasonably priced hangout.
Serving a range of classic cocktails and some house specials (including the «trailer park princess» which consists of apple sauce and two types of rum served in a jam jar) all on two-​for-​one Sunday to Thursday and before 10:30pm of a weekend (which means £6 for two) along with draught and bottled beers and premium spirits sold by the shot and by the bottle (although who is actually going to pay £100 to have a bottle of Grey Goose brought to their table?)
The set-​up inside is sleek and contemporary with a regency-​esque edge (leather booths and pink chandeliers). The bar staff are friendly enough but understandably spend much of their time dealing with the higher rolling customers. I can’t blame them. If someone is going to pay £245 for a bottle of Cristal champagne then what sort of tip will they leave?