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Last Supper With famously outlandish venues already in Amsterdam, Los Angeles and Singapore, supperclub (purposefully spelt with a lower-case 's') already has a jet-setting fan-base that will undoubtedly head to the new location as soon as they land at Gatwick. And if the London outpost is anything to go by, they've got every reason to love this fabulous franchise. The clientele is strictly a-list fashionista, with the dress-to-impress Portobello Road set favoured over boobs-out footballers' wives and trashy ex-Big Brother stars; it's class not crass here, and it shows. The interiors, meanwhile, are suitably sleek and sexy, with a black-and-red bar used for pre-dinner drinks and a split-level dining room decked out entirely in white. Potent cocktails and hangover-inducing spirits are knocked back at the bar, where a flamboyant host makes it his mission to talk to each and every face in the room; he was quite taken with the Gunpowder team on the night of our review, cracking jokes and ensuring the liquor flowed freely. He certainly had our approval! At precisely half past eight - the same time every night - the host announces dinner by drawing back a large sliding door and revealing the gorgeously glossy dining room; guests filter through and get comfy on the oversized sofa-style seating that borders the entire room. It's an incredibly social way to indulge in supper, with diners removing their shoes, curling up with a glass of wine and watching outrageous entertainment unfold before their very eyes. On the night we went the entertainment included a mime artist with 'blood' cascading down his chest (courtesy of a crafty red lighting effect) and a Kate Moss-esque performance from a woman snorting ludicrously long lines of suspicious white powder from the floor (we're guessing flour). It's all for show, but shocking sights such as these have become supperclub's signature - and the crowd loved it, us included. Dinner didn't disappoint, either, with lipsmackingly good courses delivered on plates that sat comfortably in your lap; a starter of scallops and a main course of lamb tangine were to-dine-for, but it was the chocolate pizza in personalised supperclub boxes that truly impressed. Dancing comes after dinner, as model-type matchsticks take to the floor in sky-high Louboutin stilettos. Anyone that's left sitting isn't excluded, either; a member of supperclub's charismatic staff is always on-hand to come and talk to you, and by God can they talk! The perfect place to come for an occasion - be it a birthday, anniversary or Christmas party - supperclub is all about celebration with a capital C. Indeed, if you're indulging in your very last supper because you've committed a heinous crime, make sure you do it here. www.supperclub.com / Images: Supper Club
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