This is about as divey as places come in CPH, which is hardly surprising seeing as it’s the city’s resident Vice bar. Cue a whole bunch of beards, bedraggled hair and red lipstick in attendance every weekend. Despite the cool crowd there’s none of the usual bullsh*t – they’re a friendly bunch, and, most importantly, well up for a party.

The walls are graffitied with random scribbles like they let the kids loose with marker pens and spray cans on the first night. There’s a long fast moving bar and a small dance floor where people keep dancing until the early hours. It’s packed in here, so prepare to make friends. Making out on the dance floor seems to be the done thing. Everyone spills out on the pavement of the Meatpacking District or onto the patio.

They’ve got an eclectic music policy from hip hop dance offs to old school house classics, so check out what’s on that night.