The capacious, messy 333 was one of the first clubs to colonise this corner of town, and did as much as any venue to put the neighbourhood on London’s nightlife map.
It’s no longer the be-all and end-all of East End clubbing, and the programme in the main room is a little thinner than in previous years. Even so, this two-floored clubbing institution still draws queues for indie-rave and R&B mash-ups at weekends.
The basement’s dark and intense, which works well for the dubstep talent on show. Upstairs is the tatty Mother Bar, responsible for countless lost evenings. There’s no food up there besides the iconic nut machines, but really, if you’d eaten earlier, you probably wouldn’t have wound up there in the first place.