23 Romilly Street

I keep inadvertently finding myself visiting private members clubs to attend meetings with clients, and the latest in the long line of such establishments was 23 Romilly Street.
Romilly Street is one of those Soho streets I’ve walked past a thousand times but couldn’t have told you where it was, so thankfully I had my iPhone with me when I rocked up in Soho last week. After accidentally circling the street then walking along the wrong half of it I eventually found number 23 and was pleased to find it was not at all snooty. Comfy sofas, appealing art on the walls (including a lovely photo of Kate Moss in the early nineties) and tasty wine — though as my colleague (the private member of this club) paid I can’t comment on the prices, bargainous or otherwise.
We made the mistake of sitting at the table at the front, which is not only directly assaulted by noise from outside the window but is right next to the reception area so if the staff are on the phone all you can hear is their conversation — not ideal for a meeting. Move further in to the bar and I’m sure this small problem disappears.
All in all a most pleasant visit, especially as the staff were supremely friendly and pleasant to my colleague and henceforth to me. Private members perks without the price — woo!