Thursday, 26 August 2010

A Naughty Magic Exxxtra Tuesday Night

Words by Faye Armstrong, image courtesy of Racquel Diaiz.

Early Tuesday evening and I’m killing time in a coffee shop; my friend is late thanks to a ‘work crisis’. She’s obviously good at her job. I wonder how it would feel to correct mess, not create it. I suspect it would be nice; unfamiliar but nice.

A pair of lesbians necking in a booth yank me from my thoughts. Wait - one pulls back - it’s not a girl but a guy. A hippie; all long hair and tie-dye t-shirt. His smile seems to say ‘it’s all good’ and so it is, my friend is knocking on the window.

‘Why were you staring at that couple?’ she asks me. ‘Why do you assume they’re a couple?’ I reply. She shakes her head. I smile widely. The witty dissonance, it’s why we get on.

I tend to be gleefully tolerant of bad behaviour. While the flagrant display would have been off-putting for some, for me the mildly scuzzy performance was entertaining.

For this reason, the Naughty Magic Exxxtra show at Volupte was always going to please. Any show that requires the use of more than one ‘x’ in its title is certain to be obscene.

To get to the action I had to descend downstairs, and just as that young inquisitive Lucy passed through the wardrobe to Narnia, my portal into Volupte presented itself as a heavy velvet curtain. A boutique club, it’s dark, and like a child’s teddy bear, it’s a little worn, the result of too much overzealous love.

I can see why, it’s hard not to get excited by the small space. Burgundy paint and textured wallpaper, miss-matched chairs and wall murals, mirrored room dividers and vintage lampshades. Shelves hoarding leather-bound books and dusty Hendricks bottles, intriguing wooden boxes and solitary shoes. It’s not so much a room as an Aladdin’s cave of the pre-1950’s era. All a bit muddled, and yet it fits together perfectly.

But all this was only a momentary distraction; the lights dim, the microphone buzzes to life and I’m lost to everything else for the next two hours.

I am aware that I enjoyed the trio of fish; Earl Grey cured Loch Duart salmon, Sardine escabeche and pickled mustard herring, but it was the consumption of something much less tasteful that left me satisfied.

Christian Lee, a hybrid of magician and comedian, anarchically performed a card trick. Christian’s illusion is not smoke and mirrors but a haphazard method whereby he disarms the audience into thinking he’s a fraud (because of course all other magicians are not). He stumbles his way through with lucky guesses, awkward charm, and the occasional distracting ‘gimp mask’ remark, yet somehow always culminates his expression of shock with the correct card.

As I’m served my miso glazed monkfish cheeks with pak choi and a carrot and chilli broth, other acts take the spotlight. A hula-hooper called Angel, hailing from the Bronx, NY, rhythmically manages to use all her limbs to get an impressive 20 hulas whirling, while barking sexually explicit quips at the male members of the audience. As it turns out, Angel isn’t the foul-mouthed vixen from the Bronx she claimed to be but, by her own admission, an East end ‘chav’. Somehow I feel cheated.

Canadian prop comedian (or possibly Welsh sheep herder), Wes Zaharuk, had me wishing I’d practised my kegel exercises more religiously. He was side splittingly hilarious and appropriate in the shows inappropriateness. Watching an overweight, middle-aged, furry-chested man secure toilet plungers to his nipples was spellbinding and, surprisingly, didn’t put me off my food – I either have a strange fetish for things toilet related or my chocolate brownie and pistachio ice cream dessert was just that good.

As we stepped back onto the streets of London my friend inquired as to my thoughts on Volupte. I commented that alcohol dissolves reticence, or at least dilutes it and Volupte serves a lot of alcohol. The hippie couple would love it here. And on the show itself? Magic hasn’t been this funny since Tommy Cooper. And half his appeal came from the fez.

Wednesday, 18 August 2010

New Mega Venue Hits Camden




By Philippa Morton.

I take pride in my African heritage. Having lived away from Africa for many years, on my odd returns I realise how much I forget the abundance of life there. From insects to fruit, everything seems to be oversized – picture spiders as large as my hand and avocados the size of a small rugby ball or cabbages as big as a basketball. The continent itself is enormous, and despite the abundance and sheer enormity of the flora and fauna, the irony persists: Africa starves. But for a fleeting moment, Africa’s complications can be forgotten in a fantasy; Camden’s Shaka Zulu has successfully actualised.

A cavernous entry way down an escalator opens out to an immense chamber bearing African tribe paraphernalia. Richly coloured furnishings mirror Africa’s diversity and indeed, the rainbow nation of South Africa itself. Ear candy forms in deep rhythmic grooves of African drums. Spellbinding. I wanted to transform myself into one of those beautiful African dancers with their Isidwaba (traditional skirt) and bare breasts. Don’t think I’d be too hot with the footwork though... oh what the heck – I’d be better off bathing bare breasted on the beach of Barcelona.

The restaurant itself is downstairs and although there were supposed to be canap├ęs served, I saw only one plate in the distance far away. The menu however looks pretty lekker (yummy) and the restaurant named aptly ‘Braai’. I am very impressed with the research and the produce used, in particularly the meat which is authentically African such as ostrich, boerewors and more ostrich. MMMmmm - can’t wait to get a bite into that meaty magnificence.

There are three main bars to choose from. I was unimpressed to find that there was no Zulu Beer on the menu. Nonetheless, a cocktail served the same purpose. My palate for cocktails has become more refined through the years. Ho hum. That is all I have to say about that.

The whole event appeared to be somewhat disorganised. My counterpart and I arrived early and got ourselves a nice spot to park. A few hours into it, the whole table and myself were suddenly sitting at a ‘reserved’ table and we were all told to move away (maybe so celebrities such as Sophie Anderton, Liz McClarnon and Amy Winehouse could use it?). The same usher continued his work by removing my friends from their spot downstairs in the name of ‘reservation’, and proceeded to spill a glass of red wine on my friend’s £100 white shirt; with hardly an offer of apology he retorted ‘well my suit cost £1500’. Where is the friendly African hospitality Saffas are so well known for? Utterly disappointing. So, while Africa starves, we argue about suits. Ho hum. In Shaka Zulu’s defence, however, I am suitably delighted to see their powerful contribution to charities in South Africa, having liaised with the current Zulu King himself.

Despite the disappointing hospitality and disorganised launch, I won’t ‘dis’ Shaka Zulu altogether (fellow Saffas, you know what I mean). Well done, genius behind Shaka Zulu. You have done well to achieve a high end, classy club resembling Kwazulu Natal’s culture thoroughly.

The New ‘Pay What You Like’ Tapas Menu

By Naheen Madarbarkus

The press release said that it was ‘an invitation to treat’ so it was simply too good an offer to ignore. The central Greek Street location of Zebrano in the West End can be found in the hub of local restaurants vying for a potential customer’s attention, so low cost food in the middle of a double dip recession seemed like a good idea to say the least.

Zebrano’s red and black colour scheme was the first thing to stand out as the comfy leather sofas and mirrored walls added ambiguity to its appearance; was it a club, bar or restaurant? Situated on the ground floor, the heavily stocked bar was an invitation in itself for a good night out. A handful of high tables lined the wall opposite the bar but it wasn’t until a walk to the back of the venue that the dining tables were noticed in their entirety.

My date and I were welcomed as we entered, and were then seated at the front near the main entrance. Sitting opposite the bar, the hustle and bustle of the customers coming in and out was somewhat distracting. We were given the menu and explained the deal: (on Wednesdays) order your chosen dishes, eat, then receive a bill with nothing on it. We were then to fill in what we wanted to pay and that’s what we would be charged. Sounds simple enough.

With a glass of white and a nice cool beer on the table, the new tapas menu looked appetising and well, inviting. We opted for some chorizo sausage, grilled meatballs, vegetable gumbo and calamari rings. The food was quick to arrive and the service was pleasant. The gumbo was by far the most delicious tapas but the sausage was overpowered by its soy sauce complement, making it a little soggy. Another beer and wine later and it was time for the bill. No fuss, no demands, just what we wanted then an exchange of pleasantries and we were on our way.

A great idea for a midweek treat and an ideal invitation just before pay day that will keep tummies from rumbling – just stay away from the chorizo.

Tuesday, 17 August 2010

The Great British Beer Festival

By Naheen Madarbarkus

Britain is synonymous with fine ale so it was all pumps ahead for the annual Great British Beer Festival at Earl’s Court last week. Heading to the festival myself on the first full day of the beer fest, the conditions couldn’t have been better. It was a dreary day with on and off showers, so a pint was really calling.

As I entered the transformed exhibition hall, the chatter, the clinks and the cheers hit home that this was actually the biggest pub in Britain at this very moment. I was greeted by a jolly volunteer at the glass stand (easily the first thing visitors see when they come in). The vast counter spanning the entire entrance area sees a reasonable deposit of £3 required for the use of a souvenir third, half or pint glass. Guests can then choose to return the glass and get a refundable deposit or keep it as a memento. Wanting to look like a connoisseur, I selected a full pint glass and headed to my first ‘pub’ on this potential crawl.

The first stop was the Thornloe Fuller’s Bar that was manned by helpful staff explaining their brews with such passion and knowledge. I asked if the blonde he had suggested was a girl’s drink, only to get the reply ‘well, I drink it, so, no’. I decided not to make such comments in the future…

With an empty glass now in tow, and over 500 ales, 100 ciders and 350 beers left for the taking, the northern based brewery Cowell was next on the list. Their carefully brewed stouts and flavoured concoctions offered a smooth beverage next to the cider and perry selection by Cook and the choice of bottled beers at the International counter opposite. These three counters alone created the most people traffic with this varied selection going down a treat with the punters.

To add to the ambience, the realistic jeers when a glass shattered against the stone floor added to the beer smelling, pint swirling atmosphere of the hall. Various familiar whiffs of pies, sausages and Indian delicacies floated from adjacent food stands, tempting peckish drinkers to their offerings. In addition, despite being a festival, queues were kept to a minimum and with such spaced out bars, a counter space was guaranteed to perch a pint.

Alas, the festival has now called time on its pints and as the tour continues across the country, I’ll be saving my glass for the next Pig’s Ear Beer Festival date between 1-5th December. Until then, cheers.

Thursday, 12 August 2010

El Pirata's celebratory Menu del Mundial


By David Derby

It may all seem like a long time ago that Spain stroked in the silky smooth winner against their rather more “physical” cup final opponents but those nice hombres y mujeres down at El Pirata De Tapas are continuing to encourage London to celebrate. On the basis of the set meal being served there, Mondays to Fridays lunch and dinner, until 31st August 2010, it would be sensible to cast any lingering resentments aside and get stuck in.

After negotiating the infamous, Badminton-cross-country entry door arrangements and being charmingly greeted by the staff, the Menu Del Mundial begins with a celebratory glass of Cava accompanied by a selection of cold meats, creamy aioli and fresh bread.

Then, two flights of tapas, each comprising three dishes. First up, Broken Egg/Serrano Ham/Potatoes, Grilled Chorizo and Paprika Crispy Fried Squid. The broken egg is formed generously in a cutter and bears resemblance to a rustic undercooked tortilla; no harm in that. The chorizo is sliced and grilled and copious. The squid is fine.

After that, Pork Belly/Parsnip Puree/Red Wine Pear, Fried New Potatoes/Mojo Picon Sauce, and Beef Croquettes. The pork belly is the centerpiece and rightly so. It is soft, unctuous and delicious and there is something approaching crackling atop it. Its companions suffer by comparison: a bit too salty and too like what has come before.

Neither of which complaint can be leveled at the dessert which is fresh strawberries with a foam made of strawberries, sugar and cream. Refreshing.

At less than £26 per person (min. 2) including service and the glass of cava, this menu represents astonishing value. In the unlikely event of remaining hungry, it is always possible to supplement the menu from the varied array of other tapas on the a la carte. (Oddly, no Dutch dishes though.)

Last Monday, El Pirata De Tapas was full; so bookings are strongly recommended.

Wednesday, 11 August 2010

Playing Betjeman At Ping Pong

By Anastasia Hancock

It would seem that The Betjemen Arms has come up with the perfect summer combination. This clever little St Pancras boozer has managed to nab one of the Ping-Pong tables that have sprung up over the capital thanks to a group of lovely people behind the Ping! initiative, which is encouraging us Londoners to try our hand wielding one of those natty little bats. Couple this, the original beautiful game, with a selection of ciders and ales and you’re onto a winner.

Pity then, that when I arrived stretched, limbered up and ready to do battle in the table-tennis domain, I found that the table was not actually within grabbing distance of the bar – in fact it was positioned in the station itself. Unsurprising, then, that greedy ping-hogs made it impossible for us to demonstrate our exhibition-standard strokes for anything more than one short game (it wouldn’t be sporting of me to give away the result – suffice to say that a few glasses of wine didn’t exactly improve my partner’s typically whippet-fast reflexes).

Sadly, I had missed the ‘challenge the barman’ competition that had pulled in the crowds earlier that afternoon, a match that had – somewhat suspiciously – been won by one of The Betjemen Arms’ managers. Was there foul play in the air? All that frenzied sporting activity works up quite an appetite, and the pub itself is more than capable of providing high-carb victory fodder, all nicely washed down with those English ciders and ales.

2012, here we come.

Gin In The V&A, Cardboard Stuck In China

By Nathalie Bonney

Whenever people tell me they can't drink because they are on medication or because they are having a break from booze for health reasons, I always get in quick with the quip: “Can't you have gin? It's medicinal”. The red-nosed wrecks that emerged from Victorian gin palaces would probably have a word or two disagreeing with me on that but somehow I just don't see how a drink so perfumed and sweet-smelling can ever be bad for you? Especially when nine times out of ten it's drunk with tonic water, which is a) way healthier than sugary lemonade and b) called TONIC water. Think about it.

Whisky, vodka and even (white) rum just aren't a patch on the big G.I.N. In the past, people have scoffed at me when I've ordered it at a bar and it's still a tricky one to order at a gig but places like Calooh Callay, serving gin in teacups, have given the drink a new trendy lease of life. Gin connoisseurs will think of Bombay Sapphire as the glitzy gin to drink. It's sparkly blue bottles demand to be served at parties and glamorous occasions, not kept in the airing cupboard with the Christmas brandy, and so it was fitting that at the Victoria & Albert Museum's Summer Camp at the end of July, Bombay Sapphire provided the pop-up bar.

The wider focus of the V&A's summer camp was sustainability and Bombay Sapphire's pop up bar promised to serve drinkers their beverages in cardboard martini glasses. Unfortunately, the 'glasses' were stuck somewhere in shipping. No doubt a PR nightmare that was speedily fixed with plastic, not-so-sustainable-oops glasses with brown paper artfully wrapped around the outside. Still, there were a couple of prototypes to admire and the bar was decorated with cardboard and green and black umbrellas above it, neat. It was still a bar serving gin though so my disappointment at the lack of cardboard cups was short lived.

I could after all have popped back to Tesco and bought some party cups but I don't know if that would fit with Bombay Sapphire's design-led branding. It would also be a disservice to the designer and creator of the cardboard martini glass creations, Giles Miller. The artist works exclusively in cardboard and has worked with Stella McCartney and regularly designs cardboard displays for Selfridges homeware section.

"The manufacturing process is the same as egg boxes. There's no gluing, it's essentially cardboard packed together," he explained. Adding: "The martini glass is made in two parts then stacked together so the stem had to be thicker than a normal glass stem to allow this. It's totally waterproof but also biodegradable." Drinkers will be able to keep the brass tag that's hung around each glass with Bombay Sapphire's logo on it.

All very worthy and impressive but now to the best bit: the gin. My sapphire summer gin punch was divine. A mix of gin, claret, iced tea, apricot brandy, mint and sliced fresh peaches it didn't take long to get over the no-show from the novelty glasses. Although bigger vessels would have prevented the need for so many top–ups. My friend's Pom Collins, with pomegranate juice was fresh with a great kick to it too and the best thing of all is that Bombay Sapphire are going to have to hold another party when the long-awaited partycups, I mean martin glasses, arrive from China. The company are holding court at Saf bar & restaurant in Shoreditch later this month. I wonder if they'll have cardboard jugs?

Monday, 9 August 2010

Spitalfields’ New Restaurant

By Philippa Morton.

What better way to start the week than guzzling pizza and tasting wine?! Before I even had a chance to enter the office, I had the great opportunity to assist the legendary Fire and Stone with their launch in Spitalfields.

If you’re a pizza fan, you’ve just gotta try Fire & Stone. I felt like Charlie in the Chocolate factory, except I was Pip in the pizza parlour. And I was certainly one up on Charlie. I could eat what my heart desired and all that tickled the fancy of my eye, with no menacing consequences, but that of the expanding waistline – hang on, no, the hips, in my case.

My first tickle was the view from the outside, where the dough-making process was on display for all to see through a glass wall – a nice trick to tempt, and to prove how fresh the dough is. Every ingredient used is freshly made that very same day – even the sauces which can take anywhere between 4-6 hours. I take my hat off to you chefs who are worth every inch of your toque.

So other than the quality of ingredients used in the pizzas, how else is this restaurant unique? The menu is global. Try creative combinations from Africa, The Americas, Australasia, Europe and Asia. My pick of the day is the Peking pizza with duck and spring onions. The Koh Samui is another hot choice. I was, however, disgruntled to find nothing from New Zealand – I mean ‘Australasia’? Hmph. A chef I am not, but renowned New Zealand lamb and dairy must have a place somewhere on the menu?

A highlight of Fire & Stone in my opinion is its ‘family friendly’ ethos. It welcomes those with bambinos. Kids eat free throughout the school holidays, and there is a kids’ menu with activities to keep children busy (a rarity in London, as far as I know).

The staff are passionate about their work, and it is obvious – they source each ingredient to ensure quality of product. It is a long process, and clearly worth it. Fire & Stone is a scrumptious, truly healthy choice for the pizza eater.

Tuesday, 3 August 2010

Moti Climbs the 5th Mountain

By Christian Rose-Day.

“So there I was, in bed with Louis Theroux, Monica Lewinsky, Charlie Brooker, Matt Horne and Boy George floating aloft on a cloud of magic mushrooms. And then Tom Cruise set fire to the bar.”

Of course, this didn’t actually happen at Moti Mahal’s 5th birthday party celebrations last week, but it was a comment made by one of the parties present at the time. Why? Maybe we were chatting about dreams and the new Christopher Nolan spend-fest, Inception. Maybe we were commenting on our former brushes with fame. Maybe we were just consumed by the moment and the Bellini cocktails being proffered that night.

So, 5 years is a mammoth mountain to climb. Earlier the same day a chap told me that 75% of all small businesses fail within the first 5 years. I believed him because he looked like he was speaking from experience. Perhaps Moti Mahal doesn’t regard itself as a ‘small business’, though, and it’s this that has reduced the idea of failure to nothing but a footnote in the Guide To Building A Successful Restaurant In & Around The Covent Garden Area, if such a thing exists.

But Moti wasn’t only showing off about its ‘wood’ anniversary that night. The second reason to whoop and holler was the initiation of a very intriguing MM Card, a privilege card offering a wealth of advantages and a definite must-have for those who are keen on repeat visits to the nearby Theatreland and Royal Opera House: 30% off food bills, complimentary glass of Champagne on arrival for up to 6 guests, and two tickets to the MM Select Card annual ball. Not bad for a sign fee of absolutely nothing! And for those that want to go that extra mile, there’s the MM Select Card which gets you 50% off food and a personalised bottle of whisky as well., all for a meagre £80, a fee that would surely pay for itself after just one sitting.

So, as mentioned, there were Bellinis - passionfruit, and ginger, both refreshing in the summer heat, both a little sweet for this seasoned beer drinker; fetch me a Cobra any day, and they did, thanks Moti Mahal - and there was magic. Actual magic. Fork bending, card choosing, scene-stealing magic practiced by a chap carrying a large briefcase of tricks, and wearing a sparkling tie that spelled out the word ‘magic’. What more proof was needed?


So if that’s where the ‘magic’ filtered into our conversation, the ‘mushrooms’ arrived in the form of canapes, grilled and flavoured in the rural Indian way and shadowed by chargrilled prawn, mussels, mini samosas, and a perfumed iced lolly that was part banana, part pot pourri. I think.

Simon, the new bar supervisor at Moti Mahal, was playing the part of Tom Cruise from the movie Cocktail. Simon says “Welcome to Moti Mahal. I’m here to show you that Moti Mahal isn’t only about a passion for Tandoor. I’m going to show you a little flair.” He then launched into a routine that involved spinning and throwing and bottles and canisters and ice and liquid and a gathered crowd looking generally impressed.

My eyes were fixed on the back bar, though, where the usual suspects were in attendance, bolstered by the addition of a large bottle of Hendrick’s. Suddenly Moti Mahal went from quite cool to super frosty.

Unfortunately, Simon was at the will of science as he attempted to ignite to the counter (there’s Tom Cruise setting fire to the bar), to reveal the words MM Select in glorious blue flame. Only, science didn’t want to play this game and only small sections of the lettering ignited. Damn you science for not fulfilling our moment with Simon!


Simon promised that science had behaved in practice earlier, then salvaged the moment by simultaneously pouring a triple cocktail. That’s three separate silver canisters poured at the same time, all containing different drinks. To find out how that works, and to get to grips with the new MM Select card, you’ll have to get down to Moti Mahal and ask Simon in person.

Monday, 2 August 2010

Eating Lunch 100ft Above Edinburgh

By Diana Srougi

Our sister site, Fluid Edinburgh has been hanging out high above the Scottish capital lately.

Scotland is reputed to be the land of food and drink, which is why 2010 has been designated Year of Food and Drink, the first of a series of years focusing on Scotland’s best features. From the 1st to the 31st of August, inhabitants of Edinburgh are given the opportunity to celebrate their pride for their nation’s culinary expertise, as Skyscanner presents the very first edition of Edinburgh’s Festival in the Sky, made possible by event organisers, DADA Ventures.

This thrilling experience consists of dining 100 feet over Princes Street Gardens, while enjoying a stunning panoramic view of Europe’s most spectacular capital. How does this work? A 22-seat dining table is lifted up in the air by a massive crane, leaving it to dangle over the city for about 25 minutes, after a quick safety briefing by the sky hosts. Up there, one can enjoy a delicious breakfast, lunch or dinner skilfully conceptualized and created by Cook School Scotland’s top chefs, led by Britain’s first 3 Michelin starred Chef Steven Doherty, who is also the festival’s Chef Director. The food is freshly cooked at their headquarters, transported to the site in West Prince’s Street Gardens, and served to guests on the highest and most unique dining table in town.

Guests arriving between 10am and 11am can enjoy an innovative breakfast composed of Scottish terrine, bilini with smoked salmon mousse or ham cream cheese mousse, and Dundee cake with Patterson’s marmalade and butter. If that sounds lovely, the light 12pm to 4pm lunch is exquisite. On the menu: pressed pork and caramelised shallot terrine with baby capers and whole grain mustard, smoked Scottish salmon with plum and apple chutney, mixed leaf summer salad with a soft herb dressing and a delicious selection of Arran cheese with Oatties. High tea is from 5pm to 9pm, and is similar to the lunch dish, with the added Rannoch Smoked Venison and Celeriac remoulade. Between breakfast and lunch times, and again between lunch and dinner, diners have the possibility to enjoy a sky-scraping Gourmet cooking demonstration and taster given by a Cook School Scotland Chef, along with a whole 45-minute sky experience and light dish. While booking, guests may select the vegetarian option for any meal. Before and after every lift, diners can make themselves comfortable in the Sky Gardens lounge and enjoy a cold glass of wine or champagne served by an incredibly friendly festival staff.

Exciting special events are also scheduled during the first half of the month. On August 3rd at 7pm, Glasgow’s very own award-wining comic Hardeep Sing Kohli will rise up with 22 lucky guests as the sun starts to set upon the city. Then at 10:30am on August 6th, the fortunate folks who bought tickets before they sold out will have their first laugh of the day at the Faulty Towers Dining Experience, Australia’s world famous show, brought to the heights of Scotland’s lovely capital. Finally, on August 12th, 14th and 16th at 8pm, diners can enjoy the sweet sound of Edinburgh Studio Opera in the sky! Who knew so much could occur so far up over a city’s skyline.

Come rain or come sunshine, the festival will go on everyday as planned, for a rainproof cover protects the dining table. This is Scotland, after all. Organisers say a minimum of 12 to 14 lifts are expected to ascend, although Festival in the Sky has the capacity to manage 23 “flights” a day. This makes it possible to dine around a full table, or in small groups. By the end of the month, an estimated 682 lifts will have taken off. As the table rises, sky hosts give their guests a brief tour of Edinburgh, finger-pointing The Mound, The Royal Mile, and needless to say the imposing and dramatic Edinburgh Castle. Once the 30m point is attained, the platform stops rising and dangles over the Gardens, while guests enjoy their rotating seats and their delightful meals, while mingling with other culinary enthusiasts. Organisers suggest warm layers of clothing, for it could get a bit chilly up there. Also, in case of wind, it is advised to hold on tight to the champagne glass (we wouldn’t want to lose that). But no worries; if anything does fall, it lands safely within the secured parameters.

Festival in the Sky may be just premiering in Scotland, but has successfully taken place in 30 other countries all over the world, in major cities such as Paris, Las Vegas, Monaco and Istanbul. It’s about time Scotland’s inhabitants and visitors are given the opportunity to experience the thrill of high dining! Guests will without a doubt enjoy the event as much as organisers took pleasure in creating and preparing it. Happy sky-dining!