A few of us girlies arranged a night out to discover what new swanky club The Wardour, Soho had to offer. An infamous Peter Stringfellow strip club in the week, this venue was oozing with decadence. The décor was akin to a boudoir with gold, leopard skinned thrones and glitzy chandeliers hanging from the ceiling and bar. It felt like we had stepped into an Arabian palace set in the middle of Central london.
Anyone who is ever disappointed with new clubs that just change the name on the door of their venue, but keep everything inside exactly the same as the previous place can fear not as The Wardour bares absolutely no likeness to Trap the club that once filled these walls. It appears that no expense was spared when designing this club.
With girls dancing on podiums and in cages there were constant reminders of the week day goings on, but it was not daunting in the slightest and we soon got down on the dance floor at first in the upstairs bar restaurant and later downstairs in the entitled “Showroom” which was really large in size. For me there is nothing better than a nightclub with enough space to dance and in addition breath. We even spotted Mr Stringfellow himself wandering through the crowds, probably checking up on the crowds to see if everyone was having fun.
It was an exciting night and I will definitely go back. The bar staff were really friendly and the service was relatively fast, if a little expensive. They have quite a good drinks menu. You must try out the frozen Margarita, as it was to heavenly.
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