One of the enduring legends of Sopot, though utterly different from the Spatif of old. The design is still the same – eclectic art and an avant garde style – the only thing that’s changed is the people who visit. What was once a den of beatniks and thesps has morphed into, dare we say it, the sort of place where plastic comes first; be it plastic boobs or the platinum card. The door policy reflects this, so look like an oligarch if you want to avoid the walk of shame having been shooed away. And, whether you make it in or not, watch for the stairs.