A hole in the wall, literally.
Before it was a bar, this room stabled horses. In 1922, Manuel Scicluna cut an opening in the wall and started selling wine straight from the vat — no seats, no name, just a hole in the wall you could buy a drink through.
Off-duty airmen and British Airways crews staying nearby started calling it exactly that. "I'll see you down at the Hole" — and the name outlived everyone who first said it.
Ten reasons to lose track of time.
Coffee
Starts the morning quiet, before the room fills up again.
Craft Beers
Lager through IPA to stout, chalked up behind the bar.
Cocktails
Mixed within arm's reach of every seat in the house.
Toasties
Japanese-inspired — ham and cheese with honey mustard, chickpea curry bread, sausage rolls in Japanese dough.
Japanese-Inspired Snacks
Shokupan buns, matcha cookies, salty pastries most bars wouldn't think to make.
Live Music
No fixed schedule. Follow the room on Instagram and show up when it's on.
Arcade Games
A cabinet with Donkey Kong and 499 others — this room has hosted a real Street Fighter III tournament.
Independent Events
Film nights, talks, and whatever else Sliema's independent scene needs a room for.
Local Art
The wall out back is a hundred years of flyers, stickers, and local hands.
Community
Same stools, same faces, most nights. New ones too.
A hundred years, papered over.
Every flyer, sticker, and poster on that back wall came from somewhere real — a gig, a show, a night somebody didn't want to forget. Nobody's taken one down in decades.
31 High Street, Sliema.
Hole in the Wall
The oldest bar in Sliema, still run like a room somebody actually cares about. No booking needed — walk down High Street, look for the black sign, and duck in.