Wicked little bar Warehouse 25 hidden behind the XXXX Brewery, Milton.
My mate Andrew had already discovered it because of the on-site gin distillage. What better excuse to catch up for a beverage, and I could tick off a bar that started with W! Challenge almost complete.


I caught the bus to Milton, and walked up the giant hill that is Finchley Street. Andrew’s choice of transport: MOUNTAIN BIKE.


We arrived at the same time (woot), still afternoon happy hour, so beers were $5, though I went a white wine. For snacks: broccoli with almonds (yum) and cauliflower bites (delish).

DJs were mixing music in the corner, which got louder and louder. Also, all the tables had been pre-booked, so eventually we had to make way for those who had reserved their spot.
Well then? Doubling as a live music venue, it would be wise to plan ahead, see the website, spell everything with letters.
THREE and a HALF chicks