Charterhouse
There are some places you go to for the food, some places you go to for the music and some places you go because they're the only place that's open late and doesn't expect you to stand up straight or speak without slurring before they let you in. Charterhouse fits snugly into the latter category. Without meaning to be too negative, it's a soulless hell-hole with a poor selection of beer, weird lighting, horrible dance/pop music blaring and a generally shabby, seedy atmosphere that can turn an evening from chipper tipsiness to sinister debauchery in less time than it takes Jeremy Clarkson to ejaculate over a Porsche.

