Sparks Fly

Revelers enter Spark through a dark mirrored cube lit only by a grid of laser beams. It’s a glitzy flourish that would look cheap on Gongti, but this Taipei megaclub chain executes it with such precision that even seasoned clubbers are awestruck. Spark delights in these kind of cheap thrills, like the iPad menus. Cocktails are expensive (¥70), and are weak, and the music is a confusing mish-mash of hip-hop, chart hits and house. At least the perfectly tuned sound system never overpowers the voices of the capital’s beautiful people chatting in the surrounding lounge. ■ Blake Stone-Banks