The ultimate in Eurotrash. Brash, pricey and to top it all off, not much classier a joint than the one you accidentally visited on holiday in Bulgaria.

There is a pretense of members only, but realistically the clientèle's mostly made up of middle aged shipping magnates and young girls after a free night out. Oh, and the odd clutch of apple cheeked high society boys with an expression of regret and embarrassment. They shouldn't be so coy - everyone ends up in a dive like this occasionally.

Not a classy night out but if you have deep pockets this place is perfectly passable with moments of hilarious badness that you can cut out and keep forever.