Whether you love or hate White Revolver – and I’ve spoken to people who feel both ways about it – there’s no doubt there’s something appealing about a club that has a secret revolving door that, once unlocked, leads to an underground dance club.
The newest club in the feature is Beach Haus, which has opened up where the well known Barons used to be. Unlike Barons, which had a dark bohemian vibe and collected an eclectic group of denizens (and, incidentally, was one of my all time favourite bars in the world), Beach Haus has a clean, bright and highly designed atmosphere. There’s blond wood paneling embedded with strips of mirrors, lounges against the walls and a chandelier that all combine to make it feel somewhat like a hotel lobby. Talking of lobbies, members are given swipe cards to get through Beach Haus’s apartment-style street entrance.
I didn’t have room in my feature to review Beach Haus but I did actually have some cocktails there with Wing Woman. While you can go to the bar, which is manned by guys in sailor suits (my gay wingman would have loved this) there’s actually table- (or should I say lounge- ?) service where the impossibly attractive hostesses take your order.
I grab a spiced apple and lychee mojito with peppermint syrup while WingWoman has a Beach Bum (pineapple, 10 Cane rum, passionfruit and apricot brandy).
Like the décor, there’s nothing challenging about the cocktails: they’re good, strong and easy to drink, although what is novel about the cocktail list is that it also features share cocktails. These are large enough to be drunk by four to six people and cost upwards of $130. WingWoman and I see a group across from us drinking from a giant vessel but, to be honest, I don’t see the appeal. After all, if you want to catch cooties from your friends then why not at least get a range of drinks so you can all get a sip of something different? But I digress.
What I do like is the DJ, who’s playing an eclectic mix of music from Beat International’s Dub Be Good to Me (one of my favourite dance tracks) to a Crowded House remix.
Another club that has a retro feel about it is Shh!, which feels a little like a Vegas club from the 50s – think Frank Sinatra and Dean Martin sipping martinis. Unfortunately, however, I don’t fancy my chances of ever being allowed in there again – I was lucky to get in the first time, since I didn’t have the password that the owner needs to SMS you despite being given his number by an acquaintance.
The other clubs mentioned in my feature are Level 6 at Ivy, Tatlers and De Nom. If you’ve been to any of these then feel free to leave a comment below – we always want to hear about our readers’ experiences!