Firstly, what to suggest. Dinner and drinks gives you no option to make an early excuse to leave, an afternoon activity, ditto, and late night drinks suggests only one thing. Luckily Mr Soho, as I'll refer to him from now, knows what a sucker I am for a great cocktail. So I leapt with excitement when he suggested we meet early evening at The Langham hotel. I've previously blogged about how incredible the bar is here, so I was so excited to continue making my way through the menu.
My second dilemma was that Mr Soho and I have known each other for a long time. Entering date territory is always risky business. But the promise of London's greatest cocktails quickly evaporated any concerns I had on that.
I raced home from work, donned my favourite cream lace shift dress and threw on a pair of black courts before heading off with nervous excitement.
Mr Soho arrived only seconds before I did and we quickly headed inside to warm sincerity and a glass of champagne at the bar. The menu itself is a work of art. Separated by colour and all with a story to tell, the cocktails are the greatest in London. I ordered a secrets and lies and Mr Soho and I caught up on our exciting new ventures. That's one thing that just sort of happens in London. Your life accidentally travels three times as fast as it did before.
One cocktail lead to six more and with the arrival of tequila shots, even these served in dainty champagne flutes, I realised early evening had turned into late night and it was most definitely time for Cinderella to leave the ball. And it really had been a ball.
I headed home with a dancing head and tummy full of cocktails. And while it may be that Mr Soho and I are destined to remain good friends, I have discovered the perfect location for extravagant cocktailing. And what could be better than that.
