Being somewhat of a nightlife connoisseur in Manhattan, I decided to head to London ahead of the Olympics and review for my friends heading over here some of the establishments I've heard recommended. A good friend of mine is part of a prestigious institution in London that was having a big bash at Mahiki (300-400 people attending), so I thought it would be the perfect place to start and hopped on a flight.
Initial perceptions: We arrived in the rain to find a line wrapping around the corner, consisting entirely of my friend's colleagues - on a Tuesday night, when the group had rented out half the club. One of my friend's colleagues had a bottle of sparkling water in his hand, which we arrived just in time to see one of the bouncers knocking it out of his hand and berating him for being a "junkie" who he wasn't going to let in. The guy definitely seemed like he had a few drinks in him, but by no measure was he sloppy drunk, and it wasn't even alcohol that he was drinking in line! (I wasn't there when the confrontation started, but others who were said the guy hadn't done anything other than be a smart ass when asked about what was in the bottle.)
The guy got understandably upset, which caused the bouncer to get rather aggressive and in his face. When the guy put his hand on the bouncer's shoulder to keep him from getting closer in his face, the bouncer kicked him backwards and tried stabbing him in the face with an umbrella! Being the more intelligent adult in the encounter, the guy walked away before the bouncers had the opportunity to gang up on him.
While this was shocking enough, the offending bouncer then got in the face of one of the other guys in line who was trying to calm the victim and encourage him to simply walk away and come back later to speak with a manager. The bouncer was yelling at him that he wasn't going to let him in either because he was "sticking up for a junkie".
The other bouncers then started barking orders around, telling people to line up single file and that they were six inches too far away from the wall (on a public sidewalk), doing their best impersonation of what I can only imagine is what they've seen on COPS riot-control episodes from the early 90s (assuming that show is run here!) I was admittedly amused but felt terrible for the guy who had to head home after pre-paying for cover and a cocktail.
Decor: As we walked in, I felt like I was in a cheap, generic beach bar in Daytona Beach, Florida - definitely not London! Plastic "bamboo", cheesy decorative knickknacks from an airport gift shop in Hawaii, forgettable waitstaff in cheap flower-print dresses, and the usual bevy of tough guy bouncers.
Music: Decent - a generic mix of club music.
Service: Downstairs was very bad. It was maybe half full and it took 15 minutes to get a drink. Upstairs was more crowded yet better staffed - much more responsive.
Prices: Totally absurd. I ordered a vodka-Red Bull and I was charged 20 pounds! It was maybe 1.5 shots of some cheap vodka I didn't recognize. Total joke.
Vibe: Disappointing. Half full at 1am, which was strange given that the group was 400 or so people (see below). The people not with the group were 40% drunk guys in cheap shirts and 60% trashy club girls. I would guess 30%-40% of the girls there were from eastern Europe and being paid to be there. The upstairs was very cramped feeling, despite the lack of patrons.
The last straw: We weren't getting cell service in the club, so it took us about an hour to wonder why less than half our group appeared to be there. Turns out there was over 100 people in line with the party who weren't let in, with the bouncers telling them that the club was "too full" (again, half full). Once we heard this, we all left en masse to head to another club, assuming any other establishment would love to have several hundred people show up unexpectedly on a Tuesday night.
(We were sorely mistaken! I am also writing up a review on that club - Aura.) read more