Door of London bar framed by moai
Boogie nights
The stink of fake tan, ruthless door bitches and out-of-bounds VIP areas ... When Kate Faithfull set out on a week-long mission to find the best dancefloor in the capital, she didn't expect to end up back at her local kebab shop
Kate Faithfull
The Observer
Sunday December 31, 2006
In search of cheer, I venture to the South London Pacific in Kennington on Wednesday night. It's a tropical oasis along a grim road; Easter Island-style faces frame the door, palm trees grow from the walls, chunky wooden carvings grace every corner, garlands of flowers trail from bamboo poles - this is a beach hut of the coolest order.
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The stink of fake tan, ruthless door bitches and out-of-bounds VIP areas ... When Kate Faithfull set out on a week-long mission to find the best dancefloor in the capital, she didn't expect to end up back at her local kebab shop
Kate Faithfull
The Observer
Sunday December 31, 2006
In search of cheer, I venture to the South London Pacific in Kennington on Wednesday night. It's a tropical oasis along a grim road; Easter Island-style faces frame the door, palm trees grow from the walls, chunky wooden carvings grace every corner, garlands of flowers trail from bamboo poles - this is a beach hut of the coolest order.
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