Time Out says
Every pop song under the sun and a wedding-reception-gone-wild vibe that can't be beat
Palms is a little like the bar in Cheers, except no one cares what your name is. Unassuming music and hip people on the dancefloor make this underground haven on Oxford Street an undesirable-free zone. People tend to head here for daggy, drink-heavy nights that – more often than not – end up stretching into the wee hours. A warning, ladies: open-toe shoes will get you turned away.