The Lincoln Lounge is small and inconspicuous. Passers by might mistake it for a speak-easy or an extremely lucky bunch of squatters. It's an image almost certainly cultivated by the management who insist that you rap on the window, as if this were the hideout of the arch criminal in charge of managing young artful trendies. The music is DJed from a tiny boothlet that juts out into the bar area, which in moments of celebration doubles up as a dancefloor. The bar staff are outwardly aloof but a nice bunch and the seating has a nook and cranny conspiratorial feel to it, which is hard to pull off in a small place. The walls have arty gubbins strewn across them and the lighting is dark. The whole feel of the place is that of a precarious and deeply trendy party that could get busted by the cops at any point - a unique spot and definately one of the best drinking holes in Kings Cross.