It might actually take you all night to find the place, but for those who manage to outsmart the mystery, there’s fun in store at secret hotspot, Call Me Mr Lucky.

The rebellious little sister to London’s beloved Breakfast Club, this cliquey establishment requires a secret password (it’s “I’m here to get lucky” by the way), for your right of passage into the best party in town. Revelry and riotousness are the themes du jour, as well as their infamous and hard-hitting House Shot, laced with tequila, jalapeño pickles and coriander, for when a simple sauvignon blanc just isn’t hitting the spot.