Bijou

Totally overrated! People find somehow else to spend your money!!! 10 pounds entrance, only for guestlists, and all this strict dress code to get in a club that is almost as big as my flat? The music was ok (RnB and a bit of house) but, come on, still nothing the special! Sorry!

If you’re looking for a nightclub which fulfills your R&B music needs, walk in Bijou and you shall be far from satiated!
This nightclub, right next to deansgate and Victoria Station, is easily one of the best r&b clubs in town. It’s heavily decorated and looks very high street and expensive. So, you might want to bring out that sexy black dress or that great shirt to wear if you’re eyeing this place for a night. They’re pretty strict about shoes for the guys, so make sure trainers are completely out of your options!
The drinks are on the expensive side, but you wouldn’t expect anything else from a place like this! Great music and a good party place!

Bijou, formerly the Cocoa Rooms is what some people head up to Manchester for.
It is not only the best RnB night in Manchester, it’s undisputed as far as a good night goes, everywhere else fails miserably to live up to standard.
Lavishly decorated, this is the sort of place you dress up for. Door policy can be quite strict too especially for boys so make sure you’re all dressed up.
Drinks are expensive but you kind of expect it for the sort of place you’re going to so try and hit a few bars first. It’s a bit out of the way up near Victoria Station but I usually have a few drinks on the way in the nicer bars on Deansgate.
I always send an email and get on the guestlist when I’m thinking of going, it’s free and you get to queue jump so it makes much more sense than just turning up.

…And representing the ‘everything that is wrong with Saturday night’ category we have Bijou.
A bar/​club where insanely unremarkable and moronic people congregate dressed up in their most expensive piles of tasteless shite.
This wouldn’t be so bad, but for the fact that said no marks have the gall to bring with them an elitist attitude galvanised by a make believe twilight world of in-​crowds and VIP lounges.
I only hope that these cretins never get hit by anything approaching a moment of clarity– how earth shattering would be to discover that a practised pout and a dayglo tan do not qualify you as one of destiny’s friends?