Far from the Lonely Planet review, this was neither tucked away (= hidden) in a courtyard behind Trevskoya nor a lesbian cafe come social club. Old style smoke filled, Europop thumping club with far too many straight girls on high heels screaming into mobiles. Not as many lesbians as expected and the same queens as in any gay boy club in the world. Cheap beer and a new friend from Portland (found also scrabbling to find the elusive black door) were the redeeming features.
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