Entrée, plat, disco is the Saturday formula; here, the midi menu becomes an à la carte sharing plate occasion for post supper servings. Corrugated iron wall mounts line the walls and ceilings, record covers become the artworks and a stainless steel reflective bar becomes the glaring centerpiece. Oak-wood tables become chock-a-block with plates as the remarkably friendly small kitchen whips up sardines marinated in a whisky broth, laden onto smoked-ricotta smothered toasts. The "cheese of the moment" is an evening must.