There’s much about Egg that’s distinctly average. The so-so lounge area. The sub-par drinks. The distinctly unglamorous prospect of a big night out in that most transitional yet still drably functional areas of town, Kings Cross.

But the music – killer beats, massive drops and a frantic, seething crowd of experienced and dedicated clubbers brings Egg’s multiple dancefloors to life, night after night. Promoters fall over themselves to spread the word about the hottest DJs and sickest tunes to hit the capital, and the chances are they’ll find their way to this club early on. The sound system rattles bones and outside, smokers and clubbers congregate in the outdoors-indoors garden, the eye to a storm of electric clubbing energy. Even the prospect of glib Kings Cross is overridden by the considerably remote location, far away from the cold grey of the station and the surrounding area and in a no mans land between Kentish Town, Kings Cross and neighbouring Caledonian Road. The ominous and menacingly discreet location is a far cry from the tattle of Mayfair and overpopulated brashness of South London.

Our advice? Liquor up at one of the many bars on York Way. Share a cab with friends to the club’s address (otherwise you’re looking at a half-hour walk) and have a blast. Sunday morning sessions (the aptly-monikered Breakfast @ Egg) are one of the best in London.

Opening times: Friday: 21:00 - 06:00, Saturday: 22:00 - 06:00, Sunday: 04:00 - 14:00