This weekend I went to the supperclub in Notting Hill for a hen party, which Iâd organised with a friend. After many painstaking hours of searching on the internet for the right venue, with the right atmosphere, food and music, my heart sank when we arrived. We pulled into a dodgy back street under the A40 flyover; had all my research been in vain?! The taxi driver even asked me âare you sure this is the right place?â I was filled with dread. If the concrete jungle with cars whizzing overhead was anything to go by â what was the inside going to be like?
Slightly nervous and trying to gauge the mood of the group, we entered into a dark bar with hardly any seating and not much finesse. Time for bubbles to lift the mood!  After half an hour of fizz and girlie gossip, the venue threw open its doors to the âdining roomâ to gasps from the group. It was breathtakingly white, beautifully lit and oozed tranquillity and comfort. Phew! We were showed to our âtableâ (an enormous white bed filled with soft pillows) to sip cocktails, wait for the eveningâs entertainment to begin and our surprise four course meal to be served â very Sex and the City!Â
The food was delicious too: carpaccio of beef with rocket and pine nut salad to start; followed by prawn laksa; sword fish on a bed of samphire served with a sun-dried tomato and potato pancake for the main course; and frozen yoghurt with fruit and edible flowers for dessert. In between courses we were entertained by an acrobat, drag queens and a weird and eye-opening food fight, which harked back to the days when the original Supperclub in Amsterdam used to be something entirely different!!
All-in-all, it was a brilliant venue for a fun, lively girlie night out, made all the better for the sense of anticipation on arrival instilled by its questionable location.
