The Man Behind The Curtain rose in to my consciousness around a year ago, with amazing pictures of pieces of art on a plate. One by one bloggers have been striking it off their wish list and finally my time came last weekend, as a surprise birthday treat.
As we approached the darkened doors of Flannels a suited man opened the door pronouncing our name with confidence, it becomes clear that this place is all about the experience.
Many reviewers have shown distaste to this entrance, stating they found it almost seedy to creep around in a darkened deserted store. If I'm going to be honest, in which I always try to be, I found it quite curious and a little bit exciting, like we were a part of some privileged elite who were invited to dance the floorboards after dark.
We were greeted as we walked out of the lift and told we would be seated in the bar area until our table was ready. I think this was more a prelude stage that everyone goes through rather than them being disorganised and not having our table ready, we were one of the first bookings of the night after all. We were handed a drinks menu to thumb through whilst we sat awkwardly around a tiny metal netted table. Before we could even decide upon a drink we were handed our first bite and insight in to what the night might hold for us.