Last week I went to the reopening of The Brickhouse on Brick Lane, in East London. The weather was atrocious. Absolutely atrocious. I didn't have an umbrella as it was a sunny morning, but by 7pm the torrential downpour actually rained off my make-up. I had eyeliner streaming down my cheeks and I turned up looking like a sad, wet clown.
But The Brickhouse redeemed our evening with plenty of champagne, cabaret performances, a jazz singer, trays of gorgeous canapés, circus acts, hula hoop girls, vodka and passionfruit cocktails, an upbeat and fun crowd and the night culminated with us dancing on stage to the DJ's early-90s hiphop tunes. A very fun Thursday.
The space is a loft warehouse conversion with white-washed walls, glossy tables at different heights spanning the three floors, leather booths, walls made of flattened tyres, loungebeds and private dining areas. The PR raved about delicious-and-great-value food - and as it bills itself as a supperclub and Shoreditch's answer to fine dining - I'm going back again to sample the menu (and get back on stage)...
But The Brickhouse redeemed our evening with plenty of champagne, cabaret performances, a jazz singer, trays of gorgeous canapés, circus acts, hula hoop girls, vodka and passionfruit cocktails, an upbeat and fun crowd and the night culminated with us dancing on stage to the DJ's early-90s hiphop tunes. A very fun Thursday.
The space is a loft warehouse conversion with white-washed walls, glossy tables at different heights spanning the three floors, leather booths, walls made of flattened tyres, loungebeds and private dining areas. The PR raved about delicious-and-great-value food - and as it bills itself as a supperclub and Shoreditch's answer to fine dining - I'm going back again to sample the menu (and get back on stage)...
