Is The Square a kind of provincial Soho House?
Not entirely. It lacks the gloss of the House, or indeed pretty much any members’ bar Cocktail Girl has ever visited. It’s in a basement, down some not-entirely fragrant steps, and it’s got some Local (read: dubious) Art on the wall, and some fabric draped over the ceiling, and it’s all a bit scuffed around the edges. It’s got character, then? Yes. And also characters. Although the word is that no more than 400 of the town’s credibles and desirables have made it on to the exclusive member’s list in the two years since it opened, Cocktail Girl clocked quite a lot of people handing over a couple of quid at the door, and gaining access. So it was a mixed-up bag of people who definitely qualify as motley, though in a very twenty- and early thirtysomething fashion. The staff were uncommonly lovely though. Was it ghastly? Not remotely. In fact, it was all a bit debauched and rowdy. None of your metropolitan self-consciousness prevailed, so people just got really drunk, danced loads, flirted
