Ghetto: The ultimate watering hole for the 30-plus yuppie with a penchant for rocking and rolling. A civilised place. Was. Now, teeny-boppers have taken over, while the older crowd has more or less shifted to Geoffrey's at Marine Plaza to hob with NRI nobs. While the crowds have changed, the music hasn't. It would help, though, to track into more variety; rock is plentiful.

Copa Cabana: Copa to friends, though not too many of those around thanks to the pre-midnight liquor curfew. While that applies to all pubs, Copa, the salsa stop, is probably hit the hardest; it used to be the last address before hitting the sack. Has gone from incredibly crowded and incredibly happening to middling. Its competition, Three Flights Up, is -- believe it -- even worse off.

Razzberry Rhinoceros: The belly of suburbia used to be cool, but sometimes so full of the sweet-smelling smoke and crack-jacks that it seemed like the hip underbelly. Okay, that's too exaggerated, and a lot of it was fun -- J-49, a similar dive, still is. But Bandra's statement with techno beats and trance nights might now become a banquet hall. RIP.

Twice As Nice: The restaurant which turns into a pub, hence the name, and hence the buzz which billed it as the hottest place in the suburbs, in Dadar. This is turning out to be another used-to-be-great place. The once hopping dance floor now has tables on it, a sign of the times. Maybe they should call it Once Was Enough.