...as I fortunately remembered after L and I ran away from the work thing we were supposed to be doing on Friday night... given we were in the vicinity of Befnal Green, we decided to rock up to Bistroteque, a brilliant venue tucked away in possibly the most unassuming building on the most unassuming street ever. I've not been there for ages but was reminded why I love it: the bar is a fabulous shade of gun metal, mixed with flea market chairs, chandeliers and beautiful people; upstairs the restuarant is simple, loud, and on saturday nights, host to some lip-syncing trannies. Still, if that's what I'm looking for I guess I don't need to travel so far... one of these days I am going to get to the Royal Vauxhall Tavern (original home to Lily Savage), which I used to walk past in envy most days for how much fun its crowd always seems to be having. You don't have to be gay... but I think it helps...
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