named after cuba’s last sugar baron, julio lobo, this bar prides itself on being as extravagant as the pre-revolutionary figure himself.
descend a set of spiral stairs into the depths of clarence street and you’ll find yourself somewhere in the caribbean. there’s plenty of potted plants, oodles of plantation feels, cane light fittings and a shit load of rum, imported from all corners of the globe. lobo plantation has a reputation for serving up some of the best cocktails in the land and if the pyrotechnics behind the bar are anything to go by, thisplaceis on fire.
i will admit, i’m not the biggest rum drinker. something my pirate of a husband guffawed at when we were here. yet, despite the fact that this rum bar has few wines to choose from (yes, i appreciate how stupid that sentence sounds), i absolutely love this place. purely for the fact that you can fool yourself into thinking that you’re on holiday.