A repulsive, sweaty mass of leather-clad gays swinging their bodies around to ear-bleedingly loud techno pounding out of massive speakers.

A brilliantly insane club of clubs for the all-out hardcore, take-no-prisoner party animals. It also has the strictest door-policy in town, run by the ominous man with the tattooed face. Cameras must be checked at the door.

Berghain is meant to be the ultimate club of the millennium, an industrial-style warehouse with an extremely free-spirited, hedonistic all-around attitude. On Saturdays, the Berghain’s most popular night, you’ll want to show up as early as possible. Those trying to be fashionably late will no doubt find themselves waiting out in the bitter cold.

Check out: Panoramabar, the Berghain’s more intimate second floor, located along the rooftop.