Crobar

Sandwiched in the tiny strip of shopfronts that runs between The Borderline and the corner of Charing Cross Road, the Crobar is a modern legend in London's late-night, inner-city life. The cramped and dingy, split-level premises boast a fine jukebox, an extensive range of bourbons behind a well-stocked bar and attitude (and amplitude) by the crate-load. Its patrons tend to be of the black-clad, tattooed and intensely loyal kind. It's impossible to have a bad night out at this place; long may it rock.