Never Mind The Baltics

Out into the deep bright night for Disappearing Dining Club’s Never Mind The Baltics, up in the frozen north of out fair city, well Hackney Downs to be precise, complete with authentic snow effect, blasted in on an easterly. The menu included Baltic hot pop and Fred’s traditional Swedish Aquavit, which I am still feeling the effects of in the shape of a head band made of iron; plus the delicious desert of Gooding and Coco on the decks. The ride home featured blurry bus rides across the sliding capital, night bus on road, red on white.