I’m always on the look out for snazzy new bars to acquaint myself with. As a Brighton dweller this is fairly uncomplicated, given the plethora of watering holes. But as I’ve just graduated from University and am skint, these bars need to be kind to my bank balance too.
With holes in my pockets, I was recommended Shuffle Bar by a friend who told me about their 2-4-1 cocktails on weekdays. She also mentioned they had a clever WiFi set-up, which let you play your own music. With this in mind I dragged my fiend Lucy along with me, salivating as the Mojitos beckoned.
From outside, Shuffle may appear to be a relatively inconspicuous shop front. Inside, it’s a different story. The decor has an industrial vibe, which has been glammed up a bit with brightly coloured walls and an obvious but cheerful collection of pop icon prints. The clientele were mostly students, including a couple of Medics next to us, who were obviously involved in some sort of hands-free tonsillectomy.
With intoxication being key, we skipped the food menu and went straight for the spirits. I ordered two Berry Mint cocktails at £3 each. They had the delicious consistency of a slush puppy, with a generous glug of Vodka. Lucy ordered a Woo Woo and a Dark and Stormy rum cocktail, which were equally as gratifying.
Importantly, the bar staff were easy on the eye. They didn’t make us wait around for ages whilst they did pretentious mixologist tricks either.
However, after our 2-4-1s turned into 8-4-4s, we began grow tired of sitting on little wooden stools fit for Thumbelina. With numb bums, we wished there were some decent sofas to sprawl out on.
To add insult to injury, Shuffle’s namesake the ‘smartphone accessible jukebox’ was average to poor (i.e. it was very temperamental and insisted on repeatedly playing The Backstreet Boys.) Bad move Shuffle. Feeling hard done by, we headed outside. We were greeted by big wooden benches and heaters, which placated us a little. Way after our fingers turned blue, we finished our last round of drinks. On the drunken shuffle home, we agreed we’d return there someday.. maybe when they invested in bean bags.