‘I needed a drink, I needed a lot of life insurance, I needed a vacation, I needed a home in the country. What I had was a hat, a coat and a gun.’ If only Raymond Chandler’s hard-bitten detective hero Philip Marlowe had this Hoxton-based bar round the corner he might not have been so miserable. Here his ultra-retro-chic 1930s hat would have gone down a treat, guaranteeing him a ready supply of drinks. And he could have used his gun to shoot the customer with the stupidest haircut (though choice paralysis might have made this difficult). In short, it’s hard to get more Hoxton than DreamBagsJaguarShoes, which takes its name from the two shops that once occupied the smallish, simply decorated space. Attractive and friendly staff complement the punters who, regardless of gender, will be sporting vile-green leg warmers, white stilettos and most probably, violently peroxided hair.