Why you stayEntering the Caterpillar Club is an event in itself. There’s the marble façade opening onto a soft-lit, red-carpeted bentwood staircase for starters. Descend the stairs, swing open the door where intimate red-leather booths flank the entrance, then the bar appears and just keeps going, and going, and going. On a busy night (and, let’s face it, that’s every night) the search for a seat is like treading a catwalk, all eyes on you as you make your entrance. Nab a bar stool or a booth set for two and drinks come out quick, especially when you pick a Zombie Highball or a Southside Spritz, both on tap. Friends joining? Move to the back where tables fill the room and the supper menu, headlined by flank steak with beef-fat chips and a smoked cheeseburger, gets a workout. Then there’s the live stage complementing the vinyl collection, and that’s all before the secret bar out back even opens. All up? So much to see, and the late-night licence means there’s plenty of time to do it.