This church of cheese, high temple of tack, minster of madness (you get the picture) makes no apologies for its big, brash naughtiness. Outside, a giant block of flashing lights beckons swarms of half-dressed girls and post-pubescent boys, eager for a Saturday night of hot club capers. On Fridays, the 70s-themed disco attracts an older crowd reliving their glory days from the decade taste forgot. Stags and hens will feel particularly at home.