RUPERT ST. BAR 12TH BIRTHDAY – THURSDAY 30TH APRIL REVIEW FOR RUPERT STREET & DISCO MATT WEBSITE(S)
With one of the biggest & most diverse scenes of any capital city, not to mention clubs & bars spread right across London, certain areas have tended to come & go in the trendsetting & popularity stakes, but you can pretty much guarantee that Soho still attracts the lions share of gAylist following, at least on the bar front, with a vast array on offer, all within a hop, skip & jump of eachother, but with some proving more popular than others, Rupert Street being one such bar, ideally located in the heart of the action.
Since is launch in 1997, the venue has achieved incredible popularity and has carved an amazing niche in this most vibrant and hectic urban area. It has also, for us, been a guiding force in our socialising spheres, with many new friends made, old friendships cemented and a whole host of familiar faces continuing to touch our lives. We have seen the crowd mix change, sometimes as often as the staff and management, but in the current steership of Cathy, the bar has truly settled into a purple patch of popularity with the most relaxing and engaging cosmopolitan & metrosexual mix of customers we have seen in its twelve year history.
So, we just had to get ourselves down to Soho to celebrate Rupert Street 12th in the business and made our way into town for the planned start at 8 p.m. a little in advance for a change. A balmy spring evening in Central London generally tends to drive drinkers & socialites out onto the streets to wallow in alfresco audacity and tonight was no exception, with, despite all the frustrating Thames Water works (not again!!) interrupting the space outside the bar, it didn’t seem to stop people from gathering, with out feeling much busier than in.
Bur it was inside that got our attention as Rupert Street’s resident D.J., Alessandro was about to commence duties but took time out before his set to catch up with us on news of the last few days since we had met. He also mentioned that Oliver Mohns was in the vicinity, so spurned on with the excitement of his arrival, popped outside momentarily, where the engaging figure of the man, had arrived. We immediately bounded up to him, receiving Oliver’s now classic hug, as he swept us off our feet, raising us high into the air (no mean feat, even though we have lost excessive weight).
Back inside, and it was clear the planned Mexican theme was underway, perhaps with all the news of flu bill boarded everywhere, seemed somewhat untimely, but then you can never plan for those sort of things can you?! Mind you, the staff were all well turned out, some even sporting flu masks (how comical) to make the most of it and with frozen Margarita’s, bottles of Corona & hoards of Tequila shots on offer, it certainly got the night off on the right footing, especially those frozen Margarita’s, strengthened by some crafty extra shots to give the drink a real kick.
As the crowds in the bar continued to swell, some maybe not aware of the birthday celebrations, others here for that very reason, with Alessandro pumping our a heady concoction of heavenly house floor fillers, the atmosphere in one of our most favourite bars (some remarking is as our home?! how dare you!) was well and truly alight, with the evening only going from strength to strength with the arrival of Industri pals Jeremey & David, further enhanced when close friend & confidante, Stephen, graced our presence. Oliver, by this time was taking a back seat to our affections, catching up with other adorning folk around, including Manager Cathy, who whisked him downstairs to do something (don’t ask & don’t be so rude to even think about it!). All the time, we engaged in conversation with our Industri mates, especially Stephen, who was to prove just the support we needed later on in the evening (all will become clear) and our safety in numbers buffer for a delicate situation to encounter.
With the continuing party vibe erupting across Rupert Street, it was nearly time for the big event, well the parading of a massive cake, heralding the twelve yardstick years Rupert Street has irrevocably influenced the Soho scene and everyone knew exactly what the cake symbolised (well nearly everyone that is) as a promoter, who will remain un-named for sake of his pity, turned round and said “Who’s Birthday is it?!” Well, we were in hysterics in what, on the surface, seemed an entirely innocent comment, but then surely he knew what the night was about? Well maybe too many frozen Margarita’s had clouded his short term memory. However, it was highly amusing nevertheless and served to only increase the heady heights on what was already an electric atmosphere.
With Oliver’s departure, both Stephen & I glanced at our respective time pieces and decided on a time of departure ourselves, as we had our regular weekly homage south of the river to consdier, in the knowledge, that for us at least, this was a day and a time we had been somewhat dreading and nervous of reaching, given the magnitude of our plight with a D.J. that had, so we were told, taken considerable offence to an innocent remark posted on our favourite social networking site. Nevertheless, this in no way, detracted from the ecstatic evening we had enjoyed in Rupert Street and had we not committed to Industri, would have stayed the distance in Soho, albeit a blessing that we didn’t as by all accounts the team partied well after closing, even hitting Vauxhall and the trappings of a late night (in some cases) an early morning club.
Well, did Rupert Streets 12th Birthday bash live up to expectations? Well yes it did and in many ways more so, not least for the magical musical mastery of Alessandro, the truly compelling company in our midst, Oliver & Stephen proving real highlights, but moreover the amazing atmosphere that will have us going back for more (not that we really need an excuse, do we?). So, we raise a glass, overflowing with praise & adoration for a venue that has a unique part in, not just our lives, but we suspect many, who see the easily elegant, yet never overstated opulence attraction of this most special of bars.
Cathy and her team have certainly made Rupert Street what it is today, a relaxing, attitude free, comfortably pleasant, enjoyably exciting place to be. With superb bar boys like Vlad, Luca, John (well the whole team actually) making us always feel welcome, we can only see that the venue will continue to head in an upwards direction in the popularity stakes and with resident D.J’s complementing the offer & appeal, we believe the bar has really found its home in the hearts of many, it certainly has ours and we love it! Here’s to many more birthdays just like this one (DISCO MATT)
With one of the biggest & most diverse scenes of any capital city, not to mention clubs & bars spread right across London, certain areas have tended to come & go in the trendsetting & popularity stakes, but you can pretty much guarantee that Soho still attracts the lions share of gAylist following, at least on the bar front, with a vast array on offer, all within a hop, skip & jump of eachother, but with some proving more popular than others, Rupert Street being one such bar, ideally located in the heart of the action.
Since is launch in 1997, the venue has achieved incredible popularity and has carved an amazing niche in this most vibrant and hectic urban area. It has also, for us, been a guiding force in our socialising spheres, with many new friends made, old friendships cemented and a whole host of familiar faces continuing to touch our lives. We have seen the crowd mix change, sometimes as often as the staff and management, but in the current steership of Cathy, the bar has truly settled into a purple patch of popularity with the most relaxing and engaging cosmopolitan & metrosexual mix of customers we have seen in its twelve year history.
So, we just had to get ourselves down to Soho to celebrate Rupert Street 12th in the business and made our way into town for the planned start at 8 p.m. a little in advance for a change. A balmy spring evening in Central London generally tends to drive drinkers & socialites out onto the streets to wallow in alfresco audacity and tonight was no exception, with, despite all the frustrating Thames Water works (not again!!) interrupting the space outside the bar, it didn’t seem to stop people from gathering, with out feeling much busier than in.
Bur it was inside that got our attention as Rupert Street’s resident D.J., Alessandro was about to commence duties but took time out before his set to catch up with us on news of the last few days since we had met. He also mentioned that Oliver Mohns was in the vicinity, so spurned on with the excitement of his arrival, popped outside momentarily, where the engaging figure of the man, had arrived. We immediately bounded up to him, receiving Oliver’s now classic hug, as he swept us off our feet, raising us high into the air (no mean feat, even though we have lost excessive weight).
Back inside, and it was clear the planned Mexican theme was underway, perhaps with all the news of flu bill boarded everywhere, seemed somewhat untimely, but then you can never plan for those sort of things can you?! Mind you, the staff were all well turned out, some even sporting flu masks (how comical) to make the most of it and with frozen Margarita’s, bottles of Corona & hoards of Tequila shots on offer, it certainly got the night off on the right footing, especially those frozen Margarita’s, strengthened by some crafty extra shots to give the drink a real kick.
As the crowds in the bar continued to swell, some maybe not aware of the birthday celebrations, others here for that very reason, with Alessandro pumping our a heady concoction of heavenly house floor fillers, the atmosphere in one of our most favourite bars (some remarking is as our home?! how dare you!) was well and truly alight, with the evening only going from strength to strength with the arrival of Industri pals Jeremey & David, further enhanced when close friend & confidante, Stephen, graced our presence. Oliver, by this time was taking a back seat to our affections, catching up with other adorning folk around, including Manager Cathy, who whisked him downstairs to do something (don’t ask & don’t be so rude to even think about it!). All the time, we engaged in conversation with our Industri mates, especially Stephen, who was to prove just the support we needed later on in the evening (all will become clear) and our safety in numbers buffer for a delicate situation to encounter.
With the continuing party vibe erupting across Rupert Street, it was nearly time for the big event, well the parading of a massive cake, heralding the twelve yardstick years Rupert Street has irrevocably influenced the Soho scene and everyone knew exactly what the cake symbolised (well nearly everyone that is) as a promoter, who will remain un-named for sake of his pity, turned round and said “Who’s Birthday is it?!” Well, we were in hysterics in what, on the surface, seemed an entirely innocent comment, but then surely he knew what the night was about? Well maybe too many frozen Margarita’s had clouded his short term memory. However, it was highly amusing nevertheless and served to only increase the heady heights on what was already an electric atmosphere.
With Oliver’s departure, both Stephen & I glanced at our respective time pieces and decided on a time of departure ourselves, as we had our regular weekly homage south of the river to consdier, in the knowledge, that for us at least, this was a day and a time we had been somewhat dreading and nervous of reaching, given the magnitude of our plight with a D.J. that had, so we were told, taken considerable offence to an innocent remark posted on our favourite social networking site. Nevertheless, this in no way, detracted from the ecstatic evening we had enjoyed in Rupert Street and had we not committed to Industri, would have stayed the distance in Soho, albeit a blessing that we didn’t as by all accounts the team partied well after closing, even hitting Vauxhall and the trappings of a late night (in some cases) an early morning club.
Well, did Rupert Streets 12th Birthday bash live up to expectations? Well yes it did and in many ways more so, not least for the magical musical mastery of Alessandro, the truly compelling company in our midst, Oliver & Stephen proving real highlights, but moreover the amazing atmosphere that will have us going back for more (not that we really need an excuse, do we?). So, we raise a glass, overflowing with praise & adoration for a venue that has a unique part in, not just our lives, but we suspect many, who see the easily elegant, yet never overstated opulence attraction of this most special of bars.
Cathy and her team have certainly made Rupert Street what it is today, a relaxing, attitude free, comfortably pleasant, enjoyably exciting place to be. With superb bar boys like Vlad, Luca, John (well the whole team actually) making us always feel welcome, we can only see that the venue will continue to head in an upwards direction in the popularity stakes and with resident D.J’s complementing the offer & appeal, we believe the bar has really found its home in the hearts of many, it certainly has ours and we love it! Here’s to many more birthdays just like this one (DISCO MATT)
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