A few hours before myself and three friends embarked on Friday night’s plans, there was confusion in the air.
While three members of our party were gearing up for 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 – the fourth had misread it as “super club”, and was busy pondering what music would be played, and whether she’d need to bring glowsticks or wear a more dressy outfit for the ensuing rave-up.
