The deafening sound system vibrates the 250 capacity crowd in this dingy little venue. They come here for the music–put it this way, you wouldn't spend money on a stamp, least of all actually go the effort of buying a postcard to write home about it. Avoid the outdated UV lights that aren't flattering at the best of times. Saturday nights are the only ones worth a mention, attracting a loyal R&B crew. Baggy jeans galore draw even more attention the the odd unfortunate hotel guest who stays for a drink and half–heartedly tries chatting up a girl who's young enough to be his daughter's friend – and probably is –.