Dee H.
Yelp
I'm at the BGWMC almost every week. It is the only thing, the ONLY THING I am at that often except for my flat, my office, and Kings Cross train station.
No, they don't have wi-fi. Yes, it's a cash only bar. No, it doesn't have craft beers or fancy drinks. No, you can't get back in after midnight. You know what? You don't need wi-fi, you don't need your fancy contactless credit card, it doesn't matter, and you won't be leaving until the end of the night anyway.
The BGWMC has managed something that should, by all rights, be impossible: It's the idealised cross-breed between razor sharp, full on, progressive-as-all-hell-get-out modern East London and no frills, no effin'-abaht, old-school East-end social-club brilliance. It's not shiny, or swanky, or glossy- it's diy, wood panel, papier-mache, slightly mad, and home. Yes there's a Banksy on the wall outside, yes it's a bit broken. Go to every party they throw, have the most dizzyingly incredible time, dance until your feet are sore, give them all your money.
That huge, lit-up, light-bulb heart on stage?
That's how I feel about the Bethnal Green Working Man's Club.