Walk up a curving stairwell to enter Plan B, a venue where the ceilings are high and the windows are low – so low you’ll have to crouch for views of pl. Zbawiciela. Plan B has seen minimal investment, with a design that must have set the owner back the price of a packet of sausages; decor is limited to little more than tatty posters, black tiles and sofas. Job done. But this place has become astonishingly popular, especially with students and other sorts who look like they’ve just finished band practice. Don’t be surprised to find the party spilling outside, with gangs of drinkers chucking frisbees and sharing sneaky puffs on Moroccan cigarettes. Drunkenness is rife and encouraged, and it’s only fair to mention that this place has become a bit of a magnet for expat lads attempting to tap Polish girls.