Dale Winton eat sh*t…you can smell the coolness (and the sweat) before you’ve even set eyes on the Dalston Superstore. It’s packed full of London’s hottest and trendiest, think St Martin's students slash art collective types. You'll be stacking shelves to the sound of retro 90's electro-pop, and although this place is "gay" it's not done in a tops off, Vauxhall on a Sunday afternoon kind of way.
The upstairs bar has a more laid back vibe, with some cheesy sing-along classics dominating the decks. Head downstairs to get a little dirtier, bass lines are big, the air is thick and the lighting dark. After a couple of more sober drinks upstairs it is down here with the kids where you really wanna be.
Mid-week drinks at 'the superstore' attract a more less outrageous crowd - but expect the masses on a Friday and Saturday night - this place is busy like Tesco's before Christmas (or something to that effect?)
Drinks are reasonably priced and the lunch/brunch menu a winner on a hangover. Let’s go wild in the aisles!