Tiger Tiger London
Main info
£11 - £25
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British, International
29 Haymarket, London
Opening hours
12PM-3AM
- Sunday 12PM-11AM
- Monday 12PM-3AM
- Tuesday 12PM-3AM
- Wednesday 12PM-3AM
- Thursday 12PM-3AM
- Friday 12PM-3AM
- Saturday 12PM-3AM
Upon my recent visit to Tiger Tiger, a name that in London is as well-known and elusive as the spotted jungle cat, I found an array of experiences waiting. Tiger Tiger stretches itself across the city’s nightlife landscape with its multifaceted promise; yet, akin to a ferocious feline minus its swiftness, it stumbles in the art of the glow-up. The RnB Afrobeats room was perhaps its savior—the DJ spun tracks that stitched the seams of a lackluster night together with rhythm and soul, earning a few nods of appreciation. Regrettably, prowling through this nightlife habitat, one ends up fixated on maddening logistics and echoing grumbles more than the music.
The management’s intention of catering to a diverse crowd seems to amuse a niche rather than the night's pulse—a distant discord evident in the uneven gender balance and ill-conceived drinks strategy. Non-premium delights were dished up for heavy price tags; where fanciful cocktails should have beckoned refreshment, there floated what seemed like household cleansers in disguise. Testing the coats and furrows of convivial debauchery is no ordinary fare; it requires genuine engagement and tactful forethought. Yet here, life's simpler pleasures became suspect endeavors, undone by workers shucking from raucous codes of conduct. The rumblings under Tiger Tiger's scuffed floorboards suggest a club working against itself; if it were honest in etching out its strengths, it would take note and lovingly swaddle them before returning this prowling adventure once more, afire into the City's neon night. — Audrey Al Dente
The management’s intention of catering to a diverse crowd seems to amuse a niche rather than the night's pulse—a distant discord evident in the uneven gender balance and ill-conceived drinks strategy. Non-premium delights were dished up for heavy price tags; where fanciful cocktails should have beckoned refreshment, there floated what seemed like household cleansers in disguise. Testing the coats and furrows of convivial debauchery is no ordinary fare; it requires genuine engagement and tactful forethought. Yet here, life's simpler pleasures became suspect endeavors, undone by workers shucking from raucous codes of conduct. The rumblings under Tiger Tiger's scuffed floorboards suggest a club working against itself; if it were honest in etching out its strengths, it would take note and lovingly swaddle them before returning this prowling adventure once more, afire into the City's neon night. — Audrey Al Dente
How to get there
29 Haymarket, London
London City Airport — 8.08 mi
Piccadilly Circus - 102 yd