50 Dean Street, London W1D 5BQ
Hungry like the wolf? When we were young, my dears, when we were young.
In 90s London there was no finer place for us to go and get sweaty a faintly Roman environment than heading off to LVPO on Dean Street.
In the 90s…but now? Well, let’s just say that ten years of booze and dancing have wreaked their revenge on both our goodselves and on the conviencii (latin for conveniences) of LVPO. Perhaps it was because we are now so inconceivably ancient that 2 Perrys is enough to have us flying off stages onto tables but we were more than usually angry about the state of the bogusii (Latin for Bogs).
- Doors that don’t go down to the ceiling therby allowing for noise etc unpleasant
- Not enough toiletus paper (Latin for toilet)
- Broken lid of the shitteratu (Latin for shitter)
- SCruffy decor
- An attendant – an attendant!
Our verdict? LVPO est actus reus ad nauseam.