“ 333 Old Street, EC1. „
Way average. To start at the door, the bouncer's are as unfriendly and inflexible as most of their ilk. Not exactly charmers, but not too aggressive, so far so so-so. The upstairs dance floor is tucked away to one side of the bar, but there's a milling-about area which takes up just as much room on the other side. It's just intimate enough, i guess, and doesn't seem to get too busy, but for a dance floor, it does seem tucked away in a spare triangular corner. Downstairs, things get a little more claustrophobic. There's not enough room between the understocked bar (no water downstairs?) and things are cramped even before you get to the terribly underlit dance floor - not that i'm asking for daylight, only that you really can't see much of anything. The platform up by the DJs is okay, but like most of the club, is not much more than a thoroughfare. Dance when you're not making way/being pushed out of the way by other sweaty ravers. But there's another gripe, the crowd are friendly, up to a point, but no-one seems to be particularly up for it. Is this a Shoreditch thang, being too cool to lose it? The best room is upstairs, the chill-out room, with comfy leather chairs and sofas. But it doesn't open till midnight, and you'll be lucky to get a seat as it fills up quickly. We got to the 333 last Sunday for the Sancho Panza post-Carnival party. The sound system at Notting Hill played some of the best music we've heard in ages. But this policy was obviously completely abandoned by the time the party had moved east. Though things got more interesting downstairs, with Linus' closing set, most of the music was tame and unadventurous - lots of travelling without moving, music-free and uninventive, plodding beats. In summary: not a good venue, and we've yet to hear any great music there. One to avoid.
I've been to the 333 club twice and have been disappointed both times. The crowd really wasn't to my taste: lots of twenty-somethings, having a night-out after work with their 'business-friends', young enough to hang-out in a 'hip joint', but too self conscious to go f***** mental. The club layout is great, with three plush rooms. The ground floor is a bit like 'Central Perk' in Friends, but with a much higher ceiling. The basement is really nice, with a pleasant air-raid-shelter vibe. Upstairs is the 'chill-out zone', ie. cramped with lots of sofas and a suspicious smell in the air. 333 is too mature for me. I don't think clubbing's about staying pristine and chatting about the stock market.