The Babble, Mayfair

The interior resembles a brothel in mourning, the drapes, sofas and �chandeliers� all in shades of black and decorated with diamante. All of it overly ostentatious and devoid of taste. The bar staff, when they got round to serving you, were quick but their surly attitude made you feel as though you had somehow wronged them deeply, as if you had killed and eaten a beloved family pet.

The beer was flat, even from bottles freshly opened. This is quite a talent. The music was awful. That said, it may have been the best music in the world but the venue seemed to have only installed sub-woofers rather than the full gambit of normal speakers.

I would rather undergo invasive surgery without anaesthetic than return.

2 Dec 2011 12:41