Otto Zutz should have been great. Located away from the madding crowds of the old quarter in a three-floor former textile factory that oozes character, the initial concept held potential in abundance. But it got lost somewhere amongst the pretentious staff, mediocre house music and bad R&B. Fortunately, the crowd doesn't seem to notice – this place sure can pack in the punters, especially when it comes to the young and dolled-up. Flyers are ubiquitous.
