Strictly one for those in the know, this inconspicuous bar goes almost undetected by day; most non-regulars only stumble upon it by chance. Morrocan in flavour, the dimly lit interior is an Aladin’s cave of coloured lanterns and smoking paraphernalia; stepping over the threshold is like crossing into a whole new continent.
The unmistakable smell of hash wafts around the room, thanks to the liberal attitude of Caxim’s owners. But don’t expect to make a purchase on the premises – it’s BYO only. Inevitably, Caxim is a popular student haunt although a cross-section of characters drifts in throughout the night.
The atmosphere is certainly conspiratorial but in no way exclusive: conversations between strangers are common, so don’t go expecting a quiet drink! Herbal teas and mystical beverages are served alongside the standard bottles of beer and a limited menu will keep those post-smoking munchies at bay. A wonderful den of iniquity.