Dungeon

Lonely Planet review

Got to admit, this place made us a little nervous at first. It doesn't open till the witching hour, and some of the bouncers have filed their teeth into pointy Dracula fangs. Then we observed the words 'Ye Olde' in small type on the sign out front. So this is really just 'Ye Olde Dungeon,' which doesn't sound so threatening afterall. Having descended into the club's basement chambers, we found actual Goths outnumbered by yuppies and bikers.

DJs keep things throbbing until dawn's early light (egads! sunlight!), several barkeeps serve up ghoulish cocktails (with creepy names like the Witches Brew and the Dragon's Blood), which the bar promises will help you 'leave your troubles behind.' Such caring, warm-hearted sentiments! We had this place all wrong!