This place is an absolute dive.
It smells, the glasses behind the bar look really grubby and the over zealous glass collectors make you move your drinks so the can clean the tables every 2 minutes. Oh, and what's with running a bleach soaked mop past everyone's ankles?
The only saving grace about Idigo is the music, but even that isn't enough for me to put up with the sweaty feet/ amyl / bleach smell.