What they say:
According to the owners, Bunny Jackson takes his name from an 80-year-old man in New Orleans with one leg, one eye, no teeth and a harmonica who used to run the old Juke joints. This might be untrue – but who even cares anyway. The name channels the attitude of the bar, which is eccentric, carefree and party-hard. The bar styles itself on that philosophy, with exposed brickwork, a corrugated metal bar, and a motorbike sitting over the entrance covered in fairy lights. This blues bar might be moodily lit, but the walls are bright, covered in posters that add to the character – as does the big penis on the men’s room door.
What we say:
The bar’s brought to you by the guys behind Crazy Pedro’s, so you already know what things are going to be a bit silly. Music is one of the key features, with a live music stage caged off by a chain-link fence, where they’ll host live blues music on Sundays and Mondays. If that’s not your thing, the mezzanine has a pool table, beer pong and darts too. Being a New Orleans bar, the drink of choice is bourbon and whiskery, as well as beers and cocktails. The food is Deep South, boasting sandwiches, burgers, hot dogs, French dips and chicken wings – which you can get for 10p on a Wednesday. Now that’s some midweek madness.