Sometimes, after a rough work-filled week, you just need a girl’s night out.
Aaand, that’s exactly what we did last Saturday night. Lucky for us, we live in a very central part of London, right near London Bridge, and so we don’t have to go too far to have a good night out. We literally walked across the street to a restaurant called The Breakfast Club (the best place for a hangover cure of a breakfast, if you’re ever in need of one), for dinner and drinks.
The ambience of the place was really laid back, perfect for a chilled out night with friends. The playlist was the kind of music you’re not too sure about when you enter, but soon find yourself singing along and swaying to, in your seat. And oh, for the love of food, try this place out. The portions are good, and the food in general, delicious.
We had a great time catching up on each other’s weeks and exchanging scandalous stories that made our appetites vanish (until we took another bite of the food, and were back on track). We also ordered a round of cocktails with dinner, and ended up playing loud drinking games in the middle of a crowded restaurant, as you do.
Now, we’d decided to eat at that particular restaurant because we’d heard that it had an interesting bar attached to it. Rumour had it that you needed a password to get in, and a waiter to escort you there. None of us knew if this was true, but we had the password and wanted to find out. So, when the waitress came over with the bill one of our friends blurted out the password and she asked us to follow her. And so we did – through the restaurant, out the back, down a flight of stairs, through the kitchen to a basement…that had been transformed into a bar, and as we walked in, the bouncer asked each of us for the password. It was the kind of thing you watch in movies and it felt like a really cool experience.
The bar itself was one we all fell in love with. This was a Saturday night and the bar wasn’t crowded. In London, especially central London, that’s impossible to find. But, either not a lot of people knew about it, or the bouncer didn’t let people in if it got too crowded. Whatever the reason, we had managed to find a bar on a Saturday night where we weren’t a part of a sea of people, constantly being pushed against one another.
The bar had these little grottos for groups to sit in, and we found one that was unoccupied. It was dimly lit by candles and fairy lights and had a real charm about it. It was a tequila bar, as well, so we got drinks, played more drinking games, and danced in our grotto until we were ready to call it a night!
The ambience, the food, the company, and the secret bar all added up to a very enjoyable experience. This was one of my favourite nights out in London, and The Breakfast Club is definitely a place I’ll be frequenting!
That’s all for now, folks!
Hope you’re having a good morning/afternoon/night wherever you are!
Quote of the Day: “Trust me, you can dance” – Vodka