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Posted: Tue Nov 30 1999
As part of the legendary 333 Club (Mother Bar is upstairs), this place is something of a Shoreditch institution. Though it's sleazy, late-night allure has had the edge taken off it with the increasing proliferation of post-pub watering holes, it remains open long after other bars have shut up shop. Enter at street level, climb a shabby staircase and come to a hole in the wall where you'll have to check all your items, in exchange for a bumbag to carry the essentials. There are two boxy rooms decorated with red and gold wallpaper, a black padded bar, squashy black vinyl seats, gilt-framed mirrors and a chequer-board floor. Adjacent to the lounge area is the dance room, where well-oiled revellers let loose to the DJ's choices beneath a glitter ball. Beers are your basic draught (Red Stripe, Guinness) and bottled choices and the cocktail neon sign seems a hangover from the past, rather than a current advertisement, but then, no one visits Mother for posh drinks. Late and lairy is what it does best.