Maggie’s

As if the fact it was Margaret Thatcher themed wasn’t enough to put you off, this über kitsch and expensive nightclub is boring with humdrum drinks and unsatisfactory service.
Complete with the Iron Lady’s speeches sounding from the bathroom speakers, this supposedly tongue-​in-​cheek club has it’s head firmly in the 80’s. Various Thatcher memorabilia hangs throughout — including some more genuinely fun stuff from Spitting Image but for the most part I found everything more self-​congratulatory than ironic.
The icing on this sour cake is the steep and inconsistent entry fee. On one occasion I visited the girls in the group entered free whilst the males had to pay £40 each…£40?! Another visit some weekends later saw everyone pay £30 each. This price is totally disproportionate to the experience pending inside. This lady’s review is not for turning.

What to say about the Maggies…
Well first it is not easy to get in and they like playing with the fact that you are a group, you want to enter and you have been waiting already for long.
They will tell you: ok we don’t accept groups like you but if you pay 60 pounds each we let you in…
And it is not even worth going in! It is small, drinks are expensive, music can be excellent and shitty for hours
Mmmm you can definitively find better way to spend your money guys

Expensive… very expensive. I have to admit that the scandalized cloud of doom that settled over me after buying my first round tainted my whole evening. Maggie’s is not an exceptionally upmarket establishment, but they’ve currently got a steady stream of patrons and by gods they’re going to milk them for all they’re worth.
£20 cover charge for entry. £13 for a double rum and coke. £10 for a double shout of Jaeger. This may not seem too expensive to most, but my incredulity mostly stems from the fact that Maggie’s does not actually even serve singles. Only doubles. So drinks are always relatively expensive, and contain a lot of ice.
As I said, I think my experience was very marred by the after-​payment shockwaves, and some may argue that if I can’t afford it, I shouldn’t be there. The point being that there is not that much that is special about Maggies. Yes, they have murals on the walls, and yes, they play 80s music. If you go into a McDonalds with you iPod on you can likely achieve a similar experience. The music is great, but the venue is pretty small. It has no real wow factor, which makes the premium on beverages much harder to swallow.
The only real positive I can give Maggie’s is about the staff; they’re awesome. They’re dressed up, helpful. fun and tend to traverse the dance floor just being friendly. The chaps at the door were really sweet and friendly, and gave us very little hassle considering we were part of a (relatively tame) hen party.
Ultimately, however, I believe you can get much more for much less at other venues, but if you have the cash to burn, by all means go and jive in Maggie’s.

Ditto to the first reviewer, why are they not more reviews on here, and where do I begin?! The only way to begin is my planning on going here on your next Friday or Saturday and experience the 80s thatcheresque paraphanelia-​bomb and rock out. Great vibe, everyone always dancing, killer drinks, beautiful yet friendly, non-​seemingly pretentious people (for the most part) and endless quirky discoveries along the way. Hit it!

No way! I’m the first to review this place? Wicked.
Where oh where do I begin? With the mosaic mirror-​tiled bathroom that has a looping soundtrack of Ms. Thatcher’s most famous speeches? Or with the biggest punch bowl ever full of vodka and champagne (a whole bottle each that they pour upon serving) that was brought to our table with sparklers and a torch and 3-​foot long straws? Or with the neon lycra that each and every staff member is required to wear? No, no, wait, the neon pink slap wrist bands they give you when you go to smoke! Grrr, uhh, no, hold on, the amazing mix of the BEST 80s and a dash of Top 40 playing all night long? Or maybe the neon-​colored test-​tube shots…
Well, now that I’ve begun I think I’ve finished.
Two more things: come with an open mind and an open gullet.