Added as a dining room in the 1880s and lavishly refitted with gloriously rich oak boisseries and hangings, the disolute face of Bacchus still leers at us solicitously from his place above the marble-serving table opposite the window.
Probably the darkest and most masculine room in the house, the Bar still defends its male only status until the end of each afternoon. In recent debate it was questioned whether we were “protecting the Bar from the Ladies or the Ladies from the Bar” but the point was never quite settled.
It would be fair to call this the club’s second seat of conviviality, leaving a member or guest looking lost or alone being quite unthinkable.
The Bar is open from 11am till midnight/1am, although the talk seems to go on much later and tradition appears to dictate that if you’re the last, you put out the lights when you leave.
Photographs of the bar – click to enlarge: