I get off at King’s Cross station and start walking to the bar. There’s no sign out front, only an address next to the gate. I ring the doorbell, and the doorman comes to the gate. “Can I help you?” he says.
“Is this T****?” I ask. (they like their anonymity, they don’t even have their address on their website).
“Who invited you?” he responds.
Once I said the right name…
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