Vintage swill – PCO

When you’re out in the capital city, exclusivity is the name of the game. And there’s no better place to rub shoulders with the city’s hipsters than the speakeasy-style, hole-in-the-wall that is PCO (Pass Code Organisation, if you please). After obtaining entry by punching a secret code into a nondescript phone booth, you’re literally transported back in time to the prohibition era: dimly lit interiors replete with leather swivel chairs, smooth jazz music, chandeliers, chintz armchairs and a deep lingering aroma of cigar smoke that clings to your clothes. Drink, dance, mingle and allow yourself to time travel back to the excesses of the 1920s.