The rule number one of Klub Vittula is that you don't talk about Klub Vittula. Well, that might be a slight exaggeration, but there are many who would prefer that this cavernous underground pub with the dead eyed baby doll hanging over the bar, and a clientele that takes in everyone from ageing winos to travelling Euro hipsters, would remain a secret. But then we wouldn't be doing our job, would we? Packed to the gunnels some nights, empty on others, there's usually a crowd of smokers on the grimy pavement upstairs.
