Hotter than hot since it was re-opened in autumn 2008 by the Paris nightlife mafia known as La Clique, this old-timer is pure fun, and worth the effort it takes to get in. It was formerly known as Chez Regine, named for the nightlife legend of the 1970s; its recent aspirations are demonstrated by the fact that it has an ‘art director’ as host and, frequently, DJ. The music is ace, very danceable, patchy in a good way, swerving from Hot Chip to old French slowies; and the crowd is interestingly gorgeous and, from time to time, abandoned. It’s a real boite de nuit, a cramped, carpeted dive with a bar, a dancefloor and limited seating of the velvety-banquette kind. It fills up between 2am and 3am, with a good mix of slinky club kids and dubious night creatures.