Deja Vu

Deja Vu review

One of the few clubs with room to wander and a crowd midweek, Déjà vu is inconspicuously tucked into a side street across from a 24-hour men's health club (and, handily for uniform queens, just around the corner from the local police station). Most of the ground floor is taken up by a dance floor filled with 18-year-olds who look as though they've pilfered their mother's purses for the admission money. Head downstairs for the dungeon-like 'chat room' and relief from the thumping Eurotrash music.