One of the strangest, most surreal nightclubs in town, on Saturdays Salome is a shambling sexpit of Silesia's least sexy. Truly attracting all kinds, you'll find three generations of tarted-up villagers, 16-year-old dwarves and their 55-year-old moustachioed manfriends, Denim Daneks and sharp-dressed mafiosos. Don't worry about dress code or your ability to dance to the Polish rock radio hits and house music, you'll be holding your plastered partner up anyway. The interior of mirrors and red booths is enhanced by lasers, a balcony from which you can spill your drink on the uncaring crowd below and some shockingly stellar Mucha-inspired stained glass windows. Thoroughly unpredictable, everyone is having a smashing good time here and you can too - club foot, eyepatch or none.