Asia de Cuba and Crystal

People – an odd bunch with whom I study, most lawyers, a few bankers.
Venue- The ever-so-posh Asia de Cuba in the St Martins Lane hotel.
The food – five appetisers, five mains and three sides for ten people.
The price - £40 per person minimum.
Worth it? – Not worth the money though absolutely delicious. Does that make any sense?

It was nice, going to dinner with people you’ve never really formed a solid friendship with. What was even nicer was meeting a friend of a friend who was incredibly beautiful looking. She did leave early, although the hope to meet her again has firmly been planted.

Now, the food really was very nice and the venue, despite the slightly odd décor was buzzing almost of the verge being noisy. That such a prestigious restaurant offered a share between people menu was also a novel factor one must address and this meant we had to reach across the table and fear a blob on mashed potato landing on our ever-so-lovely trousers.

And no desert, although the Mexican doughnuts did sounds pretty delicious. This is precisely the reason I seek financial independence. For with this, comes the ability to eat unashamedly at the top restaurants without the fear of running yourself into bankruptcy. Having said that, this is probably the most I’ve ever spent on a meal.

The (very) hot banker guy and his girlF were then off to a club. I wouldn’t have bothered them had it not been for my hearing the words ‘Crystal club’ as they were about to leave. It was more a reflex action than anything else as I asked them whether I could tag along.

Crystal club is a place Arthur has told me about on many previous occasions. The reason it stuck in my mind was for this alone. Arthur knows how to work his way up the social ladder and has done so quite successfully. Further, he knows which clubs are good, which ones are bad which ones provide the best experience.

After having been to Crystal himself I remember him saying it was the best club he’d ever been to. It’s true to say, I was expecting something pretty spectacular.

The Banker told me I was more than welcome to join them however nothing was guaranteed. This is London and guest list placings come before charm and wit anytime any day. I

Fine, I said, if I get in then that’ll be great and if not, then there’s always Soho.

A group of us, including Mr Tech (whose latest quest for modern technology has resulted in him building a generator which spits fire at the same temperature as the middle of the sun.) Now, I’m no Mr Tech myself, (In fact, my technological knowledge, I have concluded, allows me to check me emails, write this blog and watch copious amounts of pornography, and this is more than enough), however this sounds pretty impressive. In fact, he showed me a picture of the burning device he had taken on his telephone. Smile.

So, we managed it. It took very little persuasion in fact. And I was in.

What an amazing club this was. Imagine the sort of party Paris Hilton might attend. Even better, the sort of place that is an orgy of glamour, music and beautiful rich people. The prices are extortionate, I should clarify this from the outset. Whether it was the strength of my Lychee Martinee or my inbuilt budgeting device (which these days fails me miserably), that drink lasted me three hours.

So, I thought, this is what rich people with too much money and a free Friday evening do? Just watch them gulp down huge bottles of vodka at £200 each, or cocktails at £10 each. And then watch as they sprawl themselves up against any flat surface, and regardless of age or boogieing ability, jive into the early morning. That’s correct, it was actually like watching an MTV music video, minus P Diddy, although I’m sure he was around somewhere.

The décor of this place was awesome. At times it looked like a glacier, or underground ice cave. At other times it looked like Paris Hilton’s boudoir. At all times it looked ‘fabulous’.

It’s a shame I didn’t know more people there. That would have been perfect. Although, for £50 total, it wasn’t a bad, or even average night out, it was cool and has me hungry for more.