I'm so in love with the Peacock bar.
After an exhausting day of packing and all of the nightmares that moving entails, I was resigned to an evening on the couch.
Part of me wanted to join the human race, but once I hit the sofa it was so hard to even contemplate going out....
You know how that is.
After sloughing through some crap TV I finally decided to take action.
Enter the Peacock bar.
1) It was close enough to my house and far enough away from hustle of Clapham.
2) From the moment I stepped up to the door I was treated like a Queen. I came to find out that this is how everyone was treated. So RARE in London and worth the experience!
3) the Doorman was genuinely kind, (I mean, don't get me wrong, i wouldn't want to get on his bad side, but you got the sense that you'd have to be a royal douchebag to inspire that from him.)
4) You walk in to this dark, PERFECTLY lit, decadent cavern with leather couches.
5) The Bartenders were AWESOME.
6) The Dance floor was GOING OFF. Seriously folks, I've never been to a club with such a diverse group of people just engaged in the pure art of letting their stuff go on the dance floor. Everybody seemed to be having a fantastic time!
It's the perfect place for oh so many gatherings I can think of off of the top of my head.
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