Decked out with blue mosaic tiles and stainless steel, Café Atlantique seems like a luxury, albeit dry, swimming pool, with a DJ stationed in a jacuzzi-like tub on the edge of the dance-floor – one of Milan’s nightclubs at its best.
rnAfter a few Blue Lagoons, the Lost City of Atlantis seems like a more fitting reference, with the cascading fibre-optic chandelier that’s like a giant jellyfish, and a sea of up to 1,500 people all getting wrecked. And there are plenty of opportunities to lose yourself, in the deep blue velvet Blue Room (with a second DJ), the white harem-like tent, a spacey silver zone and a summer terrace – in all, four bars and two restaurants variously cordoned off into privés during the night.
rnAccessing them is easy enough if you throw the readies at it – book a table or buy a bottle. Music is commercial (disco, hip-hop, electronic, house) and accordingly the crowd is mainstream and middle-class; pond life is weeded out at the door.