V Club looks like a Sanlitun Bar Street refugee. Stripped of her gaudy neon jewelry, shunned by ladybar touts, ultimately nondescript. The service is friendly, but almost everything else feels half-hearted. The cocktail list, in Chinese only, reads simply “short drink” and “long drink”. If they can’t be bothered to write the names of any cocktails, why would we bother to order them? The
Erdinger seems the best value among the overpriced beers. Then, like the worst kind of pub drunk, the band intrudes on your conversation, without being at all interesting. If you've just finished a sandwich next door at Moment Café, and are desperate to get wasted, you'd probably come here. The trouble is, it's hard to imagine anyone ever finding themselves in such a dire predicament.
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