Nine–to–five central, you'd think somewhere as tacky as this would have been shaken off long ago. But, like that little lump of chewing gum on the bottom of your shoe, it just won't go away and it gathers crap as time wears on. Club Mercado thrives so much on tack it's a wonder they haven't changed the name to Super Mercado. Bright colours, bouncy people, cheesy chart tunes and never a bad night out. It might not be the height of sophistication but Brenda loves it.