Think Pink. Think neon pink infact, fake moustaches, giant cocktail glasses filled with purple liquid, flashing dance floors, Cyndi Lauper on repeat and a hell of a lot of men who've clearly been caged up with no female contact for ten years.
This, my friends, is Reflex Liverpool.
I came here on Saturday night for a hen weekend, a weekend where me and 16 of my Glaswegian friends descended upon the home of The Reds with our blue WKDS and dress up costumes, ready to sample the delights that you people had to offer. And I have to say, we were not disappointed.
Deep in the mass of watering holes Liverpool has to offer nestles Reflex, somewhere where I was familiar with, having been to the one in Glasgow (nowhere near as good) and the one in Blackpool, where I bought a pair of oversized sunglasses and thoroughly embarrassed my boyfriend getting drunk on orange Bacardi Breezers like a 15 year old.
Anyhoo, we went, paid £2 to get in, ran upstairs like demented folk and grabbed seats in the mezzanine area, which was a brilliant find as the bouncers took it upon themselves to be our personal bodyguards all night, stopping anyone else from coming up and stealing our seats. It was like our own wee VIP area!
We dressed up as builders. Pink ones. I know. Tacky, but I like tacky sometimes. Helps you take yourself less seriously. Plus, we had cool plastic tools. Loads of people were dressed up, in Stag and Hen parties, and this is clearly a popular place to go for that sort of thing. Drink prices were pretty good, compared to other places we'd been in Liverpool, where everything seemed to be twice as dear as Glasgow.
Overall, I loved it. Meatloaf, Bon Jovi, Madonna and Prince all helped make our weekend one to remember. My advice? Don't go here on a first date, or even if you're out for a sophisticated after-meal jive. It's more than likely you'll end up being clobbered by an inflatable guitar. read more