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Wed Aug 3 2011
Kitsch, messy and a late-night legend, this basement bar attracts a regular crowd of debauched luvvies and miscreants.
Play spot-the-soap-extra as you order a pint of Red Stripe, Kirin Ichiban, Heineken or Wells Bombardier at the bar, which is surrounded by signed black-and-white publicity shots of not-quite-familiar faces.
The club is members only, but the trick to enjoying its way-past-midnight hospitality is to arrive before 8pm and stay put. After work, you can find a spot beneath the hand-painted glass panels and theatrical memorabilia: a dark and cosy alcove, perhaps, or prepare for take-off in one of the aeroplane seats.
Being an artists’ club, there are naturally two stages for cabaret, and a big screen for the seventh art.
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