Death and Taxes

Down a laneway off the Queen Street end, with a hooded skeleton painted on the wall so you know you have found it. The whole back wall is bottles, floor to ceiling, hundreds of them, and the point is that you tell them roughly what you feel like and let them make it rather than reading a list. Small, dark and busy, so go early or be prepared to stand. Best bar of the trip and the walk in through the lanes is half the fun.