Smaller sister of the original Paris club, this place profits from ‘slum chic’ just like the producers of Havaiana flip-flops did. It’s a one-room bar-club with permanently long queues on Friday and Saturday and innovative music nights. The decor is very much about the vintage, distressed and flea-market pieces, though markedly self-consciously so, but if you can endure the long wait and get past the high ’n’ mighty door whores, you’ll have a good night.