The drinks are standard- spirits and mixers, wine, and cocktails that come with pretty umbrellas, and fruit. The Jonathan – a cocktail made with five different white spirits- is great for obliterating any worries, such as that Gucci handbag you bought. If only you should be so lucky.
It does get a bit cramped inside, especially at weekends, so come before 10 if you want a space. In the summer extra tables are pushed into the small alley outside to make a bit of extra space for the punters. If Jonathan’s Angels is full, or it’s just not your cuppa, the bar next door is owned by the same biker-dude and is a more relaxed and un-kitsch version of what’s on tap next door.
I have to mention the loo (as does anyone else writing about Jonathan’s) is nothing but an experience. Whoever thought that a running fountain, plastic fauna, and cuddly statuary would enhanced the washroom experience is either a genius or mad. A mad genius, maybe? If you’re not really bothered with all that ‘finery’ (and who can blame you when nature calls?) then there’s a loo in the bar annex one door down.
Cin Cin (CHEERS)!
December 16, 2002
From journal Rome beyond the Ruins