Pointy shoes prised from soured, beer-stuck floors. The vinegary tang of a bag of chips from legendary Dionysus huddled close at the N20 bus stop. The frazzle of onion from the hot-dog cart wafting as you have one last snog on the corner of Virgin Megastores. There are so many prompts to the memory of a night well had around Tottenham Court Road. But in order to possess these bon mots, you have to be upwards of 35 because for the past 14 years, since Crossrail yanked the heart out of the area’s underbelly, St Giles (as it has now been rebranded) has been a Bermuda triangle devoid of late-night fun. But not any more. Dust off your dancing shoes: the much-maligned ‘Midtown’ is having an open-all-hours comeback.
