Powerhouse

You'll find yourself here because it's open when everywhere else has shut, not because you've made a deliberate choice. The kind of place where sticky floors are part of the charm - if you're generous enough to call it charm. The crowd skews young and determined to make the most of whatever's left of their night out. The sound system does its job without much finesse, and the bar staff move with the weary efficiency of people who've seen it all before. It's not actively terrible, just thoroughly unremarkable. You might have a decent enough time if your expectations are properly calibrated and you're with the right people, but you won't be rushing back.