On a dark and stormy night, in 1984, a young boy named Gary was born, with a taste for an old-fashioned lifestyle. As he meandered his way through the wind and willows to the yellow brick road and bright lights of Sin City, he met a cosmopolitan little woman named Laura, with a similar passion for the finer delicacies in life. As they battled through a pandemic, pondering on the brave new world and its woes, they masterfully began creating their own juices, coffees, cocktails and sampling wines from all around the world in 80 days of lockdown, frantically in search of lost time that had slipped beneath their fingertips. “Have I gone mad?” asked Gary, his head whirring around. As Laura responded knowingly, “I’m afraid so, but all the best people are.”
As the hours crawled by at a snail’s pace, the drinks kept flowing and one day blurred seamlessly into the next, Gary sipped upon another delicious creation and with sense and sensibility he announced, “by jove, I think we got it!”, as the tasty beverage dripped down his lip, like a flower’s mouth watering nectar trickling from a bumblebee’s delicate grasp. Laura nodded excitedly with great expectations as she also savoured the indulgent concoction and announced, “we must bring these fine drinks to the people of Barnet, they have suffered in captivity long enough!”
And with that, The Library Bar was born…
Their aim? Not to build just an establishment to consume amazing beverages. But to build a community, where new friends are made, people chat, read, play games, sing, dance, laugh and listen to each others stories. Stories called life.