Events

Dinner Amongst the Decidedly Interesting

Seated dinner · 30s & 40s · 20 guests · Private Members’ Club Kensington

Twenty guests, one long table, a quietly lovely private dining room. A handful had travelled from Europe and across the UK, which rather set the tone; no one was there by accident.

The guest list had been lightly curated, the gentlemen moved between courses, and the conversations did what good conversations do when the room is right: they follow unexpected paths, developing into so much more.

On the table, roast winter squash with buckwheat, red chicory and Old Winchester, followed by Chalk Stream trout with onion soubise, wild mushrooms and samphire. The wine was poured, the conversation followed, and for those abstaining, Nirvana’s alcohol-free beer, which held its own rather nicely.

Many had come straight from our Hello Petal party downstairs, but dinner has a way of settling into something more considered. By the following morning, the messages were already arriving, talk of decidedly interesting connections, and the tell-tale requests to be put back in touch with someone they hadn’t quite finished talking to.

Low Lighting, Good Decisions

Seated dinner · 30s & 40s · 26 guests · Belgravia

Twenty-six of us gathered at Kahani on an October evening, Belgravia doing its usual quiet work, low lighting, polished room, the sense you’ve made a good decision.

Rendezvous, better known for its larger (and slightly older) affairs, shifted things gently here. Same idea, good food, good wine, and people worth meeting, just a little more fluid.

Drinks from 7, then dinner, with guests moving between courses, enough to mix things up without making a point of it. By the second course, it had settled.

The Dawat menu delivered: lamb seekh kebabs, a notably good chicken makhani, and a chocolate flan no one argued with. A white Rioja, Tempranillo and Taylor’s Vintage Port saw things through.

Service was attentive and unshowy, happily keeping pace with a group enjoying itself.

“Food, ambience, location – all amazing.”
“Staff so attentive and friendly.”
“Top marks all around… it felt like the venue was just for us.”

People left slowly. Some later than intended. Which is usually all you need to know.

The Art of Conversation

Seated dinner · 40s & 50s · 20 guests · Private Members’ Club Marylebone

Twenty guests, and a semi-private room that felt just removed enough from the wider party to let things soften into something more interesting.

Most had come via our larger mixer (120 guests, a lively start), but dinner does what it always does. It settles people. The noise drops, the edges round off, and conversations begin to land properly.

The guest list was lightly curated, and seats moved between courses, which quietly solves everything.

On the table: sharing plates (Caesar, crispy duck with avocado and pomegranate), glasses of wine, and no pressure to impress.

And then, as ever, it clicked.

By the end, that easy hum of a room getting on rather well, laughter in the corners, and the sense that a few conversations might usefully continue elsewhere.

“I felt like I had three blind dates in one night – but in a good way.”

Which, really, is the point.

We Must Continue This

Seated dinner · 40s & 50s · 16 guests · Private Members’ Club South Kensington

Sixteen guests, a very chic room at The Other House, and service so smooth you barely noticed it, which is exactly how it should be.

We began downstairs with the usual hum of the wider evening, then slipped away to the table where things quickly became more considered. The group was carefully put together; all easy, interesting, and very willing to engage.

On the table: burrata with heirloom tomatoes to start, followed by chicken supreme (or an excellent mushroom situation for those inclined otherwise), and bottles of Chenin and Shiraz doing their quiet work in the background.

The format, as ever, did its thing. Gentle introductions, gentlemen moving between courses, no awkward circling, no forced charm.

And then it settled into that familiar rhythm: conversation that flows, laughter that builds, and the sense that everyone is rather glad they came.

By the end, a handful of “we must continue this” moments – which tend to be the only measure that matters.

A Table Set for Indulgence

Seated tasting · 40s & 50s · 18 guests · Marylebone

Eighteen guests gathered around a long table in Marylebone, the open kitchen flickering quietly in the background. A welcome glass of prosecco set things in motion, and from there, the evening unfolded at an easy, considered pace.

Guests moved between tastings, six introductions in all, each accompanied by a new pairing and conversation. Guiding it was Head Sommelier Terry Botta. Raised in Paris and, somewhat improbably, first trained in aeronautical and space engineering, he now brings that same precision and curiosity to the table.

Brillat Savarin with Chablis Domaine Ellevin 2023 to begin. Goat’s cheese with Vouvray “Les Coteaux Tufiers” 2024. And finally, 24-month Comté with Lussac Saint-Émilion Château Lucas 2016, which drew the table into a brief, appreciative silence.

Served with warm sourdough and artisan crackers, it was the sort of evening that encourages people to linger. Guests drifted off little by little, numbers exchanged and good feelings in tow, while a smaller group stayed on, ordering more wine and generous sharing boards, making the most of pairings they weren’t quite ready to leave behind.

Nobody Left on Time. Obviously

Standing tasting · 50s & 60s · 25 guests · Marylebone

Twenty-five guests gathered in Marylebone on a cold February evening, drawn by the promise of good wine and good company. A welcome glass of prosecco set things in motion, and the room quickly found its rhythm.

This was a standing tasting, relaxed, and all the better for it. The space was small enough that wherever you turned, there was someone new to talk to, conversations started easily and often ran longer than planned.

Guiding the evening was Raymond, whose easy manner and encyclopaedic knowledge kept things informative without ever feeling heavy-handed. Three wines, each paired with a canapé designed to hold its own.

Smoked salmon tartare with mascarpone alongside Alberino. Prawn tempura with Gavi. And finally, truffle arancini with herb mayonnaise paired with a Châteauneuf-du-Pape.

What lingered was the ease of it, a group from across London and the home counties, settling quickly into conversation.

No one was in a hurry to leave. Tables were found, bottles ordered, and the evening softened into smaller groups and shared plates.

Exactly as it should be.