It might sound suspiciously like a shite club round the back of Herne Hill Station (apologies to the South London massive), but despite the unfortunately similar name, Bonbon in Tallinn is leagues apart from the SE meatmarket. Up until recently Bonbon was a members only joint and, despite throwing its doors open to the public, the club has managed to maintain a very high level of exclusivity. No wonder: with it's great reputation, atmosphere and some decadent decor - white-framed oils on jet black walls - Bonbon can still afford to be picky. On the dancefloor a giant painting of Bacchus observes proceedings with a glint in his eye.
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