The owners are obviously exercising a snip of black humour by calling this place a café. It’s no such thing. It’s Hades, it’s hell, but most of all it’s a force ten hangover. As the opening hours on the door demonstrate (open 15:00 until pain), you’ll need serious drinking legs to survive this legend. Debauchery is part of the parcel here, with a sloshed skate fashion crowd necking shots until daybreak. Murky and a little bit shabby, this bar features weird artwork, cool tunes, half-wrecked furniture and all the other leftfield elements needed to make this one of the best bars of its genre. A brilliant place where memories are forged and forgotten in equal measure.