Flares - Liverpool

You know you're in for a proper night when the bouncer's wearing flares and 'Dancing Queen' is already pumping at 4pm on Saturday. This is Liverpool's most gloriously committed disco time capsule, where the mirror ball has been spinning since the Nixon era and nobody's about to stop it now. The cocktails are surprisingly decent for a place where most punters are too busy doing the Bus Stop to notice, and the crowd is an brilliant mix of hen parties channeling their inner Donna Summer and locals who genuinely never left the 70s. Yes, it's chaotic. Yes, you'll end up singing 'I Will Survive' with strangers. And yes, you'll have stories to tell for weeks.