Copper Face Jacks

You know you're in for a proper Dublin night when you queue up outside this Harcourt Street institution. The sticky floors, the relentless chart music, and the crowd that's equal parts culchies up for the weekend and southside regulars make for an experience that's simultaneously brilliant and terrible. The place operates with the subtle charm of a cattle mart, but that's precisely the point. The drinks are dear enough at €€€ pricing, but you're not really here for the quality of the cocktails. You're here because it's open until half three every night of the week, because your mate from Cork insists on it, or because sometimes you just fancy a bit of chaos after a few quiet pints elsewhere. It's Dublin clubbing distilled into its most unapologetic form.