In terms of décor, we have to say they’ve got it right. The club boasts the same sleek purple furnishings and neon glow as its Soho sister, and the large velvety-padded seats and attentive staff exude excess. Instead of a collective dancefloor, each booth has its own floor-lit platform; yet while it’s desperately exclusive, it doesn’t look like much fun.
It’s undeniable that by transporting such a renowned brand to a second location, founder Marc Merran risks dulling its exclusivity. Yet as a decadent invention for the world’s most moneyed, we were, quite frankly, half expecting to hate this place – but came away strangely enchanted.