Barchick Says

Dale
Winton eat sh*t…you can smell the coolness (and the sweat) before you’ve even
set eyes on the Dalston Superstore. It’s packed full of London’s hottest
and trendiest, think St Martin’s students slash art collective types.
You’ll be stacking shelves to the sound of retro 90′s electro-pop, and
although this place is “gay” it’s not done in a tops off -
Vauxhall on a Sunday afternoon kind of way.

The upstairs
bar has a more laid back vibe, with some cheesy sing-along classics
dominating the decks. Head downstairs to get a little dirtier, bass
lines are big, the air is thick and the lighting dark. After a couple of
more sober drinks upstairs it is down here with the kids where you
really wanna be.

Mid-week
drinks at ‘the superstore’ attract a more less outrageous crowd – but expect the
masses on a Friday and Saturday night – this place is busy like Tesco’s
before Christmas (or something to that effect?)

Drinks
are reasonably priced and the lunch/brunch menu a winner on a hangover. Let’s
go wild in the aisles!