"One of the best disaster bars in the city, The Virgil has two excellent dancefloors full of people taking shots of whatever’s cheapest. But skip the front one and head straight to the dark, grungy, and very sweaty dancefloor in the back, where you’ll find a DJ playing pop tracks from the last 30 years. You’ll walk out feeling sticky in every single way, but you really couldn’t give less of a f*ck about it." - brett keating