Firstly the only thing this place will teach you about dancing is that (like most things) you’re better at it when you’re p*ssed. A double fronted former dance school has been renovated in true East London style, i.e. barely renovated at all.
Exposed bricks, reclaimed furniture, unpolished floor… you’ve heard it all before but we love it nonetheless. Sit on cinema seats from the 1970s, hooded ex-hairdressing chairs or go for velvet corner booths. The bar is the focal point, it’s an elaborate, wooden affair with a simple back bar. No complex cocktail list either; if you’re not into Sazeracs, Negronis or Old Fashioneds then you’re going to be drinking wine – which isn’t a bad thing, it’s sold by the carafe for less than a fiver, win.
Looking to dodge Dalston’s dry weekend queues? Then stroll straight in, not because it’s whack but because there’s heaps of floor space – it’s refreshing not to be hunched underground while trying to get your jig on. Natch Friday and Saturday are the nights to get down to the DJ, school nights are for getting crunk on carafes and praying you’ll get away with it tomorrow, unlikely.