One of the enduring legends of Sopot, though utterly different from the Spatif of legend. The design is still the same – eclectic art and an avant garde style – the only thing that’s changed is the people who visit. What was once a den of beatniks and thesps has morphed into, dare we say it, the sort of place where plastic comes first; be it plastic boobs or the platinum card. Much of the crowd is markedly ‘older’ and we’re sure we’ve seen a few of those who used to talk revolution now relaxing here after a hard week in Brussels. It remains, surprisingly, hugely popular and as such has a strict door policy - whether you make it in or not, watch for the stairs.
