Wake up! You’re dreaming
Parlour of Dreams is for secrets, celebrations and just a little mischief.
Behind the neon buzz of Fun Time Pony and its late-night pizza madness is a place that feels more like a hallucination than a bar. Getting there is part of the ritual. You might take the back staircase, slip through the furry hallway, or step beside the glowing round mirror with neon words that repeat into infinity. However you arrive, each entrance feels like a portal into another dream.
Inside, the Parlour of Dreams drifts between surreal and decadent. Leopard-print carpet sprawls across the floor, gold-fringed curtains shimmer in the low light, and the glass-brick bar glows like a mirage. Three curved booths curl around a private bartender, pouring cocktails that feel as though they have been conjured rather than mixed. The room hums with velvet shadows and glittering details, as if time itself has loosened its grip.
One of three entrances, the trippy hallway of coloured fur and checkerboard tiles leading to a glowing love-heart door that feels like stepping into a dream.
Fun Time Pony calls POD an answer for those who miss the golden days of dirty house parties. It seats up to thirty guests and carries the intimacy of a secret club wrapped in the indulgence of a love hotel. Hens’ nights, birthdays and midnight celebrations all feel amplified here. Meanwhile, the main bar with its pizza-fuelled chaos, pinball machines and live music is just a door away, although stepping back into it feels like waking up.
For now, the Parlour of Dreams opens to the public on Friday and Saturday nights, but the room can be reserved any evening for private functions. The limited hours only add to the sense of rarity, like a vision that appears for those who know where to look and disappears just as quickly.
A retro-decadent speakeasy with leopard-print carpet, gold-fringed curtains and a glowing glass-brick bar crowned by rows of hanging crystal glassware.