Rock City

Buff up that medallion and grease down those leather pants, it's time to rock. Irrefutably one of the best rock clubs in the country, this huge venue is regularly packed to the rafters with rock chicks and cock–rock love gods on Saturday nights. Whilst the main room does indeed look like a Spinal Tap convention, the laternative music policy of the second room ensures that you get wannabe Fred Dursts mixing shoulders with Bernard St Hubbins look–alikes. One policy that is arbitrarily employed in both rooms is that the amps should indeed be turned up to 11, so earplugs might be advisable if you're planning on listening to anything other than dull distant ringing for the following week and a half.

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