Last night was ANT’s Christmas party. Venue was, er, The Venue. It used to be on Regent Street, but is now hidden away on the top floor of the Cambridge Arts Theatre. It’s very well hidden, actually: I (and some other diners) couldn’t find the way in, as we were foolishly expecting some kind of signage. Turns out you go into the side entrance of the Arts Theatre and fumble around until you find it. (On the way up the stairs the tannoy announced: “Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, please take your seats for tonight’s presentation of Jack and the Beanstalk”. Shock news: Biggins ain’t in it.)
Dining attire ranged from jeans/jumper to full DJ. Comedy ties were also in attendance. I played safe with shirt and trousers.
My food was, to be honest, not that great. Moz/tom salad to start, pretty good; some kind of risotto concoction, pretty feeble. I was under-portioned relative to turkey eaters. Chris’s dinner party the other night had better food and indeed better wine.
ISTR they chucked us out at about half-twelve. We were sluiced out of the stage door, but sadly nobody was waiting for our autographs.
Avaragado’s rating: one not-so-magic bean