In the heart of Milan, just a few meters from the chaos of the Navigli, hidden from the sight of ‘maranza’ and the rabble, lies a small gem: Doping. More of a club than a bar, more of an oasis than a mess, Doping Club has always been in my top three special places. If it were a person, it would be an eclectic gentleman from another era, with monocle and top hat, white gloves slightly...
