Lubu-Dubu
What a place! Lubu-Dubu (the name is onomatopoeic and allegedly refers to the noise of stamping feet) is a kooky little place east of the main square. It seems to have once been a first-floor apartment which has now been converted into a cramped club. Catching on, a couple more clubs have moved into the same block.
The look: red-painted walls, Bruce Lee murals, a '60s to '70s haven.
The music: eclectic but danceable. The Grease Megamix rubs shoulders with New Order's True Faith, Kylie Minogue alternates with local crowd-pleasers.
The clientele: studenty. The sort who are confident of their look. A crowd who didn't seem that concerned with fashion, but just liked to have a really good time. Mainly locals. Good-looking locals. Girls outnumbered boys the time we visited. Two of our party made "special acquaintances."
Bar: nothing special. Surly bar staff.
Hazards: Make sure you know you're way back. And it does get pretty hot in there with no air conditioning. On the dancefloor look for the DJ booth. There are roof-mounted fans circulating the humidity near them. Stand underneath. Breathe.
From journal The Stags of Krakow