the curse of the expresso martini's

it's 3am, Shelagh Wright and I delivered the 'Investment Matters' conference for CIDA & ECCE yesterday, my brain's still spinning and rather than attribute it to the superb conversations i'm going to blame the expresso martini's for my insomnia.
in tribute to this drink more elegant than the vodka/redbull and better disguised than many forms of sleep deprivation torture here's my list of best places in town to mess with your zzzzz's
- Brown's Hotel (here they call it a cappucino martini on account of the cream)
- Polo Bar at the Westbury (my first taste was here)
- Shoreditch House
- Zetter
- Adam St club (actually a pretty poor imitation)