Punk
14 Soho Street, Soho, W1D 3DN, London
Packed to the rafters with fashionably attired comely young things, Punk's uber-strict door policy is double edged sword: whilst keeping away the packs of leering futures traders, it also flatly refuses entry to anyone not dripping in Japanese-import denim.
That said, should you manage to charm your way in you'll find yourself amongst some pretty tasty offerings ? a certain Miss Deane regularly quaffs bottles of bolly within it's confines ? and the whole place secrete a certain class. The music, predictably, is really a pleasant enough amalgam of anything that's currently considered palatable ? think trashy electro crossed with filthy house and you'll have something close.
Prices are astronomical, but then that's the point ? just getting in will cost you the same as a whole evening's drinking in places down the road. Late-opening and catering for a crowd whose primary interest appears to be in the interior of (undeniably fab) toilet cubicles, Punk is somewhere that everyone should go ? or at least try to ? once in their short little lives.