Sitting just behind an unassuming doorway is a three–floor cavern of delight. Deep sofas, low lighting and the perfunctory expensive cocktails. The music changes according to the floor and gets more intense as the night progresses, except for the upstairs piano bar which is wonderfully debonair. But don't think a dash of class stops you dazzling suitors –a tinkle, a mingle, and whoops! no longer single. A good mix of gaygoyles and lesbecians.