While supepr clubs once floated around in the “Cool Stuff Other People Do In Unknown Locations” bit of my social Venn diagram, recently I’ve had a chance to visit a couple and see what they’re all about. And I like them.
The clock neared 12pm and as if by magic, other people nearby who I’d had down as mere casual bystanders also made a beeline for the van. Word had obviously spread. An altogether different sort of takeaway was in town.
It was Friday night, and we were about to embark on an indulgent eight course meal at the home of Leluu – the writer, photographer, blogger and (extremely) “good cook” behind London’s only Vietnamese supper club.