Named after the salt-white beaches of Boracay Island in the Philippines, this cavernous Deira venue shuns the usual nightclub format, instead offering nightly concerts in typically rambunctious style. Double-height ceilings drenched in hallucinogenic purple and a succession of lively acts flanked by giant screens sounds like a winner. But any initial excitement is quickly subdued by the service, which is slow, bordering on comatose. You’ll also have to get there early for Thursday and Friday nights, when tables are snapped up in advance.

The acts, which range from impressive to bizarre – with plenty of cheesy ’80s renditions in between – are admittedly fun and entertaining. But the overall atmosphere, which ramps up when the dancefloor begins to fill later on, is dampened by Boracay’s sheer size. What’s more, you’ll need to order the entire night’s drinks in one go to get served in time for closing, so you’ll be lucky to stay merry enough to realise that Boracay is more end-of-the-pier than end-of-the-week. This place took almost four years to build. It seems the owners have stuck with that mentality.