The Living Room W1 (again, not strictly speaking a pub)

You know how in my last post I hinted that today's pub research would be conducted from the safety of my laptop? Other important tasks on the agenda included doing lots of washing, shopping for food and making a Portuguese chorizo and bean stew for my poor hardworking Mozz who has spent the weekend holed up in a bunker of big computers helping the world convert to daylight saving (or something, don't quite get it to be honest).

Well all was going swimmingly until a loud, buzzing text from Pierre, my good friend who recently moved to Balham, snapped me back into reality. He wanted to go for a glass of wine somewhere. And the poor man hasn't been to BBK before so of course I had to do the honours.

Actually though, we were good. We only had 2 lovely glasses of Rioja, and the only thing that suffered was my washing. Although I slightly overdid it with the chilli flakes in the stew..both Mozz and Logan (he's suffering the same computer / clock changing / food deprived syndrome) have slightly snotty noses now. Then again, perhaps they're just overcome with feeling (as I write this, they're both flopped on separate sofas watching the finale to Bridget Jones like a pair of emotionally drained housewives).

But to The Living Room on Heddon St, just off London's bestest (because of Hamleys) Regent Street.

Quite clearly this isn't a pub, or even somewhere I'd typically drop in for a glass of wine and a natter with a friend (although there's no reason why you shouldn't). But, if you happen to be organising a party for 30 - 40 people, say a 30th birthday party, then give it a look.

You get the roped off, slightly raised area at the back by the piano, table service, and the security of having your own space so you can wantonly drape your coat and scarf over bits of furniture and not worry about them. In fact all you do need to worry about is guaranteeing a minimum bar spend of £1K; with my particular brand of friends / animals this is never going to pose a problem, if it did you can get round it by pre-ordering £200 of canapes instead (then amuse yourself by refusing to share them with your guests).

So all in all, a top party. I strongly suspect that Bonnie and the rest of the hardcore ended the night at Strawberry Moons next door, but that's another story...