Speakeasy-style cocktail bar at the back of the Yongfoo Elite garden. The bartender, a 20 year China veteran who's spent like 10 of them chilling in a bar in Hainan, is a laid-back and fascinating presence, as is the bar manager (and name in Shanghai's arty circles) Wei Wei. Unpublished books of erotica and poetry on the shelves, faded but comfortable furniture, at times odd music. Heavy, heavy pours. None of that fancy garnishing stuff and egg foam whatever. The bartender doesn't go in for any of that shit, he tells us. Drinks were great though. Not sure he'd care either way to hear it. But there you go. It's a place for Shanghai lifers to live forever.