Jaunted

Just off Piccadilly Circus, Tiger Tiger is literally in the heart of the city and seemed to be one of the more popular destinations. I was invited there (count 'em!) four times, though only ended up going twice: on a Saturday and on a Sunday. The experience each night was obviously different, but positive enough to guarantee that I'll be returning next time I'm in London (over the New Year, yeah!)

My friends and I showed up at 11 pm on a Saturday night, and the line stretched halfway around the block. Amazingly, however, we were inside the doors only about five minutes later.  Once inside, we realized why: the place is massive. There are at least two levels, and probably four or five rooms, all playing different music.

Not surprisingly, the entrance room, which also played the Britney, Kanye and Destiny's Child, was stuffed to the brim. This was the "pickup" room. Other rooms included the "house" room (I steered clear) and the "70's and funk" room, which I could only bear for about fifteen minutes before returning to the safe arms of Britney and the hungry glances of predatory men.

Sunday night was much more low-key, and the club also closed earlier (I believe around midnight or 1 am, as opposed until 4 am on Saturday). Amazingly, it wasn't totally empty, although my friend and I didn't venture beyond the entrance area, which had much more of a lounge-y feel this time around. We were immediately accosted by a young Italian man with a love of Bruce Springsteen, who spent the rest of the evening trying to figure out how to engineer a transatlantic relationship.

See? Tiger Tiger brings people and cultures together.