As Shoreditch slides towards respectability and a Starbucks-filled future, the Warsaw district of Praga emerges to fill its edgy, arty-clubbing Converse shoes, with a culturally diverse smorgasbord of factories-turned-art-galleries-turned-clubbing-spaces liberally sprinkled with post-post-modern irony. Which means you probably won't be able to tell whether the yellow policja crime tape in the M25 bar is a decorative touch or testimony to the fact that some residents of this quartier haven't turned their talents towards art school.

In short, Praga offers everything an urban clubber could desire, from tattooed bartenders to restaurants serving never-imagined-under-Communism MoPo (modern Polish) cuisine. Try Fabryka Trzciny, a former marmalade factory. And enjoy cheap, cheap vodka served with abandon at any number of subterranean dives (try Luztro or the W Oparach Absurdu).