Proud City

Today we went to the Proud City cabaret. We’d promised to take Kallan to the Proud Cabaret at Embankment and had tickets booked.  During the week we received an email to say we were being relocated to the City venue where it would be more drag-bingo than cabaret, although in the end, it was very much a mix.

We met at South Wimbledon tube around 10am and, after a quick stop for a Starbucks, were the first in the venue just after it opened at 11am. I am not sure that I got the jazz club meets Parisian glamour that I have seen in references to the place. It’s always strange going into a little room, designed for more intimate evening settings, in the middle of the day. Nonetheless, we took our seats and were greeted by a lovely woman wearing, what can only be described as, daytime burlesque. She explained what was going to happen with the food and the drink, brought some menus and told us to sit back and wait for the show. 

We were really quite early for the main event and spent the next hour or so watching the venue fill up. The two tables directly in front of us were allocated to a large group of young men who were obviously on a stag do. It took us a while to work out who the groom was. He was then feature a couple of times in the onstage activities as he was the obvious candidate to be brought up and join in the fun. The remainder of the stag party thought it was all hilarious.