Stockton turned out to be one of those hard to reach gems that makes traveling worth it. This classic English club bar – with an even darker tone – sits on a high crossroads that is not the easiest to find, but well worth the search.
The Menu is expansive and written as an ode to Lewis Carrol. The bites offered are scrumptious and a step outside of what you find in the rest of the city.
Stockton is what we imagined Hong Kong to be in our literary eye; a stalwart mark of English Colonialism hidden behind a portal within a throbbing asian city state. And here it was: World class cocktails being sipped on chesterfields in the firelight, while outside millions thrum to the beat of another worlds drum.