The Attic
Bravely ignoring today's compensation culture with its nausea–inducing metal spiral staircase, we should big up the Attic for their bravery if nothing else. Once inside though, they've sensibly excluded any cracked paving slabs or rusty nails, in favour of a one–level loft conversion and booming tunes of commercial cool. The bar is obscured if more than two people are waiting, but since when did size matter? Nobody here is trying to buy into 'clublife' with shit glow sticks or wacky contact lenses –so place another tick on that checklist and get scale those scary stairs.
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