Vaults

[london1967]

The only regular column I look forward to reading in the morning freesheet Metro is the restaurant review by Marina O'Loughlin on a Wednesday,

Her reviews are amusing, witty and sometimes slightly bitchy.

I admit that I enjoy the ones where she pulls a restaurant to pieces the best!

 

Today's review was rather different, to say the least.

It is about a "secret" restaurant in Vauxhall where the diners are manacled to their "frankly uncomfortable chairs".

A restaurant that "was the kind of men-only club that smelled of rubber and amyl nitrate" and whose owner is "so louring, leather-clad, tattooed and moody, he makes me simper"

 

Dine out in the dark at Vault

 

I strongly suspect an April's Fool, don't you? Or could it be true? (after London anything's possible in London!)

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Talking of vaults, on Monday evening I called at "Vault 139" a new cruise bar in Fitzrovia.

The small silver door crammed in a parade of shop fronts takes you straight down to the basement where cruising (and more, obviously!) happens in a series of dark rooms. 

I left just before the evening naked party started.
Not out of shame but because Adrian - and dinner! - were waiting for me at home!

Comments

[notdefined.livejournal.com]

Quite an interesting review.

[london1967.livejournal.com]

Glad you enjoyed it.

[le-lapin.livejournal.com]

You got me hooked to her reviews [good thing there's an RSS feed]. I, too, suspect April's fool but she definitely sounds witty an potentially ... mean ^_^

[london1967.livejournal.com]

Good to hear it!

Yes she can be mean but I think only to those who deserve it!