Date: Tuesday 24th March 2026
Party Size: 60
Cost: Double tickets (male/female pair) £80, Single tickets £50
Dress code: Elegant Smart
Included in your ticket: A Tidal Rum cocktail on arrival and a private members’ club setting full of eligible guests.
For enquiries: rdv@maclynninternational.com
February is a month on the cusp. The cold still lingers, but the days are stretching almost imperceptibly longer. Snowdrops push through the soil, the light shifts, and London begins tentatively to wake up again.
On Wednesday 25th February, we’re leaning into that in-between moment with an intimate evening in Marylebone, one of the city’s most elegant neighbourhoods, at The Italian Greyhound.
Tucked on Seymour Street, The Italian Greyhound feels like discovering a stylish neighbourhood Italian hideaway in the heart of London. It’s a space where modern Italian cooking meets relaxed, convivial charm: light oak furnishings, tasteful contemporary art, plenty of greenery, and a bar that pours classic cocktails and aperitivi all day long.
A welcome drink will be served on arrival and soulful music will hum gently in the background, present, but never demanding attention.
As always, the guest list will be thoughtfully curated: warm, intelligent, single professionals who appreciate good rooms, good drinks, and meeting people properly, in person, without fanfare.
No pressure. No performance.
Just an elegant winter night, the first hint of spring in the air, and the possibility of something quietly beginning.
Wednesday 25th February
The Italian Greyhound, Marylebone
Early evening, with the option to linger late
Expected age range: 40s and 50s
Dress warmly. Dress beautifully.
Some nights mark a turning point.
We’d love to see you there, book your tickets here.
A rainy January night. A gloriously indulgent room. Excellent company.
While the city glistened with dark-at-four o’clock January rain, a determined group of beautiful people ignored the weather, stepped into elegant shoes, and came out anyway. Which, frankly, is always a promising sign. Despite the rain (and one guest who charmingly arrived on entirely the wrong date), the room filled, conversations sparked, and the evening unfolded exactly as these things should: easily, warmly, and with a sense that something rather nice might happen.
We gathered at The Other House, tucked away behind eleven Victorian townhouses that have been transformed into something deliciously over the top. Our private space – The Keeping Room- was repeatedly described as “dreamy”, which feels accurate. Sumptuous interiors and intimate nooks meant the room buzzed with energy, laughter, and conversation – the kind of chaos that only a good date night can bring.
The atmosphere was buoyed by impeccable hosting from the wonderful team – Jessica, Fran, Jeanette and Aidan – who made everything feel seamless. Drinks flowed easily: glasses of winter-appropriate red wine for some, and a gratifying number of Dry January devotees happily sipping Seedlip and tonics. Special mention must go to the clever people at award-winning Nirvana Brewery, whose 0% beers disappeared so fast I didn’t even manage to photograph them in their brightly coloured glory.
Canapés were the sort you actually want to eat rather than politely nibble: Scottish smoked salmon blinis with dill cream and cress, beef short-rib croquettes with horseradish and watercress mayo, and caramelised red onion tartlets – all perfect fuel for flirting, chatting, and lingering a little longer than planned.
And linger, people did. One of the great pleasures of these evenings is watching guests arrive, thinking they’ll “just pop in for one” and then stay for dinner, settling into conversation as if they’ve known each other for ages.
The feedback afterwards said it all. Guests spoke of great conversations, delightful company, and the care and thought behind the evening. Several asked when they could come again – always the nicest possible review.
January has a reputation for being bleak. We respectfully disagree. Give it a beautiful room, good drinks, and interesting people, and it turns out to be rather excellent after all.
Tuesday 16th December | 6.30 – 8.30
The Arding Rooms | 7 St John’s Rd, | London | SW11 1QN
Forget ordinary Tuesdays. At The Arding Rooms, sparkling prosecco flowed as guests arrived beneath chandeliers that have witnessed a century of stories, seasonal cocktails disappeared throughout the evening, roasted beef crostini circulated through rooms where South Londoners once shopped for drapery and delight, and the intimate spaces buzzed with laughter, curiosity, and the particular electricity of genuine connection. By the end of the night, it was clear: Clapham Junction (or as we prefer, seven minutes from Victoria) had just hosted the most elegant toast to 2025 – and the perfect welcome to everything 2026 might bring.
The Atmosphere
It was one of those rare evenings where everything just works. Our usual brilliant humans mixed seamlessly with Single members from The Arding Rooms itself, proof that good people recognise each other regardless of which membership they’re paying for. Guests arrived with that particular December energy (equal parts festive and exhausted) and left with phone numbers, genuine plans for January, and the satisfied glow of people who’ve had proper conversations with interesting strangers. The building did most of the heavy lifting, of course, guests kept disappearing mid-chat to explore its Edwardian splendour, leaving the room wonderfully empty at times as they discovered architectural treasures that absolutely no one expected to find in Clapham Junction. Meanwhile, Chloe orchestrated the entire evening with invisible precision, while Poppy, Amelia, Adam, Aman, Chris, Micah and the team proved that exceptional hospitality isn’t dead- it’s just been hiding south of the river, waiting for the right crowd.
Guest Testimonials
The feedback rolled in before breakfast. One couple reported: “Thank you for an excellent event at the Arding last night, we enjoyed it tremendously. I was particularly taken with [another guest] and would be interested to see her again.” (Reader, we’re making the introduction.) Another guest captured it perfectly: “I was so lucky to have met you last night, and so many wonderful people who I will connect with. You have this positive energy about you which is infectious and you created such an incredible event which I’ll tell my other single friends about.”
Several people admitted they’d never have discovered this gem on their own, which is rather the point. By the end, new friendships had been forged, December diaries had been compared, and more than a few guests looked ready to settle in for a third cocktail.
The Arding Rooms proved what we’ve always suspected: the right setting, the right people, and the right team can turn a random Tuesday into the kind of evening you’ll still be talking about in January.
Here’s to properly toasting what 2025 taught us, and to everything brilliant waiting in 2026.
Tuesday 16th December | 6.30 – 8.30
The Arding Rooms | 7 St John’s Rd, | London | SW11 1QN
Once upon a time, Arding & Hobbs was where South Londoners came for drapery and delight. Now, after a century, a fire, a Debenhams, and a glorious resurrection it’s The Arding Rooms: a private members’ club so handsome you’ll forget you’re technically in Clapham (or as we prefer to call it, seven minutes from Victoria).
Join us on Tuesday, 16 December as we gather in this reimagined Edwardian landmark to toast the year we’re leaving behind—its laughter, lessons, and loveliness—and to look ahead to 2026 with warmth, optimism, and excellent company.
Think soft lighting, old-world glamour, and a hint of Christmas sparkle in the air. Our network of curious, kind, and slightly brilliant humans will be there—not just to mingle, but to connect for friendship, for work, for something deliciously more. We’ll be there to make introductions, spark conversations, and keep the evening gently golden.
A toast to Christmas, connection, and everything still to come.
Date: Tuesday 16 Dec 2025
Party Size: 70
Cost: Tickets are sold in pairs male/female for £80 but please contact us for single tickets at £50 on barbara@rendezvous-london.com
Dress code: Elegant Smart
Code:Arding
Wednesday 21st January l 6:30 pm – 8:30 pm
The Other House l 15-17 Harrington Gardens, South Kensington, SW7 4JJ
Right. So it’s January, and while everyone else is doing that tedious Dry January thing, we thought we’d do something rather more civilised: gather lovely, interesting people in a gorgeous room with excellent drinks and see what happens.
Our venue is ridiculous in the best possible way. It’s 11 Victorian townhouses turned into something properly special, gilded chandeliers, owl and monkey wallpaper, velvet cushions with bejewelled panther heads, and deep, enveloping armchairs you never want to leave.
Our private room is clubby and cosy, with a baby grand piano and intimate nooks perfect for getting to know someone properly over a drink. It’s the sort of place where you arrive thinking you’ll stay for one and end up closing the joint.
We’re gathering sophisticated professionals who just happen to be single, part dating, part networking, entirely without the horror of anything too try-hard. As we step into 2025, what better way than with good conversation, excellent company, and the distinct possibility of meeting someone rather wonderful?
The Usual Caveat: To keep things balanced, do bring a friend of the opposite sex. First-timer? Veteran? Just turn up ready to be charming.
Book now, and let’s start the year as we mean to go on.
Date: Wednesday 21st January 2026
Party Size: 70
Cost: Tickets are sold in pairs male/female for £80
but please contact us for single tickets at £50 on barbara@rendezvous-london.com
Dress code: Elegant Smart
Code:Warm
Tuesday 28th October l 6:00 pm – 8:00 pm
The Italian Greyhound l 62 Seymour St | London | W1H 5BN
Forget ordinary Tuesdays. At The Italian Greyhound, cocktails flowed, pizzettas vanished almost as fast as they arrived, and the Garden Room buzzed with laughter, old friends, and sparkling new connections. By the end of the night, it was clear: even a midweek evening can feel like a small, glamorous victory.
It was one of those nights where everything just clicked. Faces we hadn’t seen in years reappeared, new friends slipped effortlessly into the mix, and the energy in the room was utterly contagious. Huge thanks to the TIG team, Ionuk, Ram, and Oleh, for keeping the pizzettas coming and the drinks perfectly poured.
Guests couldn’t stop talking about the evening. K, an established artist and educator, “felt instantly at home despite being new to the group”, while L praised the “marvellous party,” the “excellent mix of guests (and plenty of men!), and the venue’s perfect location with its inspired, warm nibbles.” And. Jazz singer J called X “an absolute delight,”
By the end, new connections had been forged, conversations had flowed effortlessly, and laughter lingered long after the last cocktail. With December already creeping into thoughts, it’s safe to say The Greyhound Set continues to set the gold standard for a Tuesday well spent.
Here’s to more nights where cocktails, conversation, and perfectly timed pizzettas make even a weekday feel like a celebration.
Tuesday 28th October | 6:00 pm – 8:00 pm
The Italian Greyhound | Marylebone
Forget the dogs — this Greyhound doesn’t do races. It does something much more exhilarating: cocktails, conversation, and the kind of atmosphere where even a Tuesday night feels like a win.
On October 28th, we’re taking over the Garden Room — think private bar, buzzing crowd, and just enough glamour to make you regret not having had your hair cut sooner. No bookies, but there will be plenty of odds in your favour: smart people, great drinks, and an evening designed for chance encounters (of the best kind). So dust off your best lines, sharpen your wit, and maybe place a quiet bet with yourself: that by the end of the evening, you’ll be rather glad you came.
Date: Tuesday 28 Oct 2025
Party Size: 70
Cost: Tickets are sold in pairs male/female for £80 but please contact us for single tickets at £50 on barbara@rendezvous-london.com
Dress code: Elegant Smart
Code:Greyhound
Wednesday night found us in Soho’s Grande dame, L’Escargot, where the room brimmed with elegant, weather-defying guests (think sunshine, thunder, umbrellas, and still immaculate hair). Glasses of Domaine Pichard flowed, conversation sparkled, and the bar team was a study in unflappable chic. Between salmon “snails” and perfectly bite-sized croque monsieur, the evening reminded us why September in London, with unpredictable skies and all, can feel like the very best season of all.
Our merry crew barely blinked at the meteorological theatrics (only three last-minute cancellations, bravo, troopers). Inside, the Snail Bar’s skylit ceilings glowed against the stormy sky, while sixty or so guests filled the room with the kind of easy, lively chatter that makes introductions effortless and the evening stretch long after you meant to leave. Behind the bar, Feban was unflappable, Ferdi kept the whole show humming, and Stanley (mixologist, magician, miracle-worker) dropped in to lend his alchemy. Even Mr Brian Clivaz himself swept by to say hello, which added just the right touch of stardust.
The night’s vinous star was Domaine Pichard, presented by our friend Eva Akerholm, known to some of you from our lockdown wellness podcasts. (Wellness, it turns out, is perfectly compatible with very good wine.) We sipped both white and red: organic, elegant, and the kind of wines that make conversation lift a few notches. As for the food, it was French comfort with a playful wink: “snails” of smoked salmon and cream cheese (our only mollusc nod), golden cheese straws, excellent nuts, sausage rolls, and cocktail sausages. To keep us vertical, there were miniature croque monsieurs, the melt-in-your-mouth sort that vanish in two bites and leave you plotting your next one. The combination, lively guests, generous wine, impeccable staff, and a room that feels equal parts glamorous and conspiratorial made for an evening that was, in a word, sparkling. Our huge thanks to Domaine Pichard for the wine, to the L’Escargot team for their seamless care, and to all of you for bringing the sunshine inside, umbrellas and all. Here’s to the season ahead, may it be as full, fizzing, and delicious as last Wednesday night.
Tuesday 22nd July
Lucy Wong | 33-34 Rathbone Place | London | W1T 1JN
There are some nights in London that simply glow—not from the streetlights or the sequins, but from that elusive, irresistible cocktail of mood, lighting, and chemistry. The kind of night where the air crackles with possibility, and your glass is never empty for long. Enter: Rendezvous at Lucy Wong—where flirtation meets finesse, and all bets are off by midnight (sometimes sooner).
Lucy Wong herself, of course, was nowhere to be found—rumour has it she’s currently drifting down the Mekong on a houseboat full of poets and gin—but she kindly left her Fitzrovia flat open for one of the capital’s most seductive social affairs. Hidden behind an unassuming door just off Charlotte Street, the venue is all smoky shadows and Eastern promise—a 1950s Hong Kong daydream. You half expect Suzie Wong to sashay past in a haze of jasmine and silk.
Guests were greeted with a glass of fizz—because nothing says “this is going to be fun” quite like something chilled and sparkling in your hand—and promptly melted into clusters of candlelit conversation over velvet banquettes. The atmosphere was part Shanghai speakeasy, part glamorous house party, with just a dash of the unexpected. Add in a soundtrack of low laughter, gently clinking glassware, and a few truly dangerous cocktails (yes, the infamous Sleeping Tiger made a return), and you’ve got the perfect recipe for delightful mischief.
Huge thanks to the Lucy Wong dream team—Kat, Dennis, James, Editya, and Gee—who kept the magic flowing and the drinks even more so.
As always with Rendezvous, the aim isn’t just romance (though sparks absolutely flew), but connection. Proper, old-school, eye-contact-across-the-room connection.
By 10pm, the room was alive: voices low, laughter high, and a steady rhythm of “You have to meet so-and-so…” ricocheting across the bar. Stories were swapped, numbers exchanged, and one couple—we won’t name names—were last seen disappearing into the night, possibly in search of late-night bao buns in Mayfair.
And that’s the secret charm of a Rendezvous evening. For a few golden hours, you’re not just in London—you’re in a better version of it. One where people are disarming, conversation is unhurried, and anything feels gloriously possible.
So here’s to Lucy Wong, wherever she is—and to the joy of meeting people the proper way: over cocktails, dim sum, and a generous splash of old-world glamour.