A small, unassuming establishment, you have to go down a small flight of stairs from the street to enter. Once inside you’re greeted by a cosy setting that fits probably 10 people comfortably with one table, a couple of counters running along the side walls, and a smattering of tall stools. We made it here just after last call, but still managed to order a round of cold vodka and pickled herring, soaked in a plentiful amount of oil and served with thinly sliced pickled onion and brown bread.