Eight

Went to Eight again yesterday to celebrate a colleague’s upcoming birthday. I felt more at easeas I almost felt like an intruder last time. I was the only female there, well, apart from the two that work there. It is, after all, a ‘boys’ club. It is located at the end of a tiny blind alley way and you come up with a black door that looks like a…….black door which people would probably assume there were rubbish bins in there.

Anyway, as a private members club, it is apparently a good one….not that I would know since I’d never been to any before Eight. There are three Brunwick pool tables, a 60 inch plasma at one end, a punch bag (? Yes I did wonder too), a cinema, a dance floor and a couple of poker and card tables.

The service really is second to none but then I suppose you get what you pay for.

There were two other female present when I was there last night so perhaps that was one of the reasons that I didn’t feel too weird or it could be the red wine I had.

All in all, interesting experience but a rather bizarre scene to see people playing pool in such ‘oppulent’ surroundings!