This Piccadilly private members club might be able to entice, but is exclusivity and a fancy cocktail list enough to last in London? Once you confirm your private membership or VIP status with the no-nonsense doorman, you pay a hefty cover charge (exclusivity is expensive) to access the over-hyped gaudiness that awaits. There is a fine line between extravagance and strip club and Dolce hovers back and forth with their luxurious furniture (adorned with plush “Dolce London” embroidered pillows) and red strip floor lighting. Tipping the scale towards the latter, an awkward glowing platform of stairs is staged in the centre of the room, becoming an awkward dancing podium as the night progresses and the revelers let loose with the effects of liquid courage.
The cocktail menu looks scrumptious, but the bartender that served me didn’t have all the key drink ingredients or the appropriate glassware. One of their signature cocktails, La Dolce Vita, shakes tequila, mint, passionfruit and gomme and is crowned with champagne. Although it tasted lovely, it was mistakenly served in a wine glass, which disappoints when you are paying ₤14 a pop.
Dolce London has already bagged some of the glitterazzi for private events, including Paris Hilton and Rihanna. Despite the famous clientele and exclusive reputation, this little blogger won’t be going back anytime soon.
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