Platinum

Complaining about the lack of inviting bars down St Mary Street is a little like turning up for a football match and moaning there isn’t any opera on. It’s not really what St Mary Street does. On a purely horses-​for-​courses basis, Platinum is more than passable: it’s exactly what you expect for the area and not much more. The cocktails are strong and cheap, the music is chart R&B (t)ripe for mindless dancing and you’ll likely step over cavorting couples while you do so. It’s open until 3am at weekends, with a typically grim late-​night atmosphere, although at least more widescreen TVs than Dixons allow for sporting distractions, including tiny beer pump-​mounted screens at the bar. And unlike distinctly dodgy predecessors La Tropica and Ice, you can get wrecked without — just about — worrying whether your mode of transport home will be a taxi or an ambulance.

I really like a place where I can dance along. RnB is perfect for that but the crowd here was the main problem. It was an odd mix of people who were rather too cool for school and a load of people desperate to… make friends on the dancefloor. I spent very little time here. I had a drink and found myself basically assaulted on all sides, by people trying to get drinks, by people drunk and wobbling, by people trying to start fights and by people trying to, like I say, make friends with me. I felt uncomfortable and I left for the cheese and openly gay atmosphere of Flares. Far more friendly, far less pretensious.

This will be a very quick review to reflect the amount of time I actually spent in here. I really didn’t get far enough into the bar to see much. Décor looked shiny and modern, pretty cool.
However, It is an RnB club, I’m not a fan of RnB and it wasn’t my type of crowd. I left, the end.