A Night for Curious Hearts

February in London is a threshold month. The cold hasn’t quite packed up, but the light shifts. Daffodils appear. Coats feel lighter. The city begins, quietly, to wake.

We leaned into that in-between moment with an intimate evening at The Italian Greyhound, and what unfolded was, frankly, rather lovely.

By early evening, the private room was humming. A welcome glass in hand, soulful music drifting but never dominating, and a steadily filling room of warm, intelligent, refreshingly open guests. An unseasonably glorious 18-degree day helped. People arrived smiling, slightly sun-flushed, shrugging off coats and any lingering February reluctance.

Within the hour, the room was buzzing. Seventy-five guests, new faces, easy laughter, and that rare, delicious feeling when a space simply works. No awkward clustering. No one glued to their phone. Just great conversations.

The food did exactly what it needed to do. The Italian Greyhound’s signature thin, crisp rectangular pizzas, light and unfussy, cut into perfect sharing slices, circulated efficiently and disappeared almost as quickly as they arrived. Wine flowed. Hunger of all kinds was satisfied.

Service was seamless. Hanna and her team, Helen, Auri and Kavita, handled the evening with calm charm and enviable efficiency. Meanwhile, Team Rendezvous x Maclynn, myself, Hannah, Anna and Liv, kept the door flowing and introductions natural, ensuring no one hovered awkwardly for more than a heartbeat.

Our collaboration with Maclynn continues to feel like a natural evolution. Their bespoke, psychology-led matchmaking paired with our curated in-person events creates something balanced, structured for those who like it, spontaneity for those who do not. Together, we support people at different life stages, from ambitious professionals to those re-entering the dating world, without it ever feeling forced.

The result? A room that felt considered, open and gently electric.

By the end of the night, there were countless number exchanges, new friendships forming, and a few couples slipping off into the Marylebone evening for dinner elsewhere.

Some nights feel like a turning point. This was one of them.

Glisten, glamour, and great conversation: our January evening at The Other House had it all.

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.

The Arding Affair: Where Edwardian Glamour Met Modern Magic

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.

The Greyhound Set: A Night to Sprint For

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.

Soho Nights: Domaine Pichard at L’Escargot

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.