Part 37 : Shaka Zulu Camden

The previous few weeks were a mish-mash of long nights conforming and a few outings here and there to the movies and a few nice dinners. This weekend was set to be a big one because Faye and Lucy were coming down to see The Lion King with us and also for a catchup and drinks out on the town.

Thommy Paton had started crashing at my place for a few weeks and a friend of his was having a party at a place called Shaka Zulu right in the heart of Camden. We actually started off in Camden during the day checking out the markets and stalls that are scattered around the side streets. I picked up a few street arty shirts and we all grabbed some mexican food for lunch. One of the best things was a shop there that made ice cream in front of you from liquid nitrogen. I remember seeing this as a kid on children's Tv shows and thinking its was an awesome idea. I suppose that its taken the world or someone about 20 odd years to cover all the insurance red tape and prove it was safe enough for consumption for a franchise to be born out of it. Overall I think the actual flavour of the ice cream wasn't too crash hot but the process and the novelty of it was quite interesting.

We eventually got ready and made our way out into the town. The girls really got dressed up and me and Thommy were quite happy to chaperone them through to the party. Shaka Zulu was actually quite nice inside. Its a all african themed club with a restaurant downstairs. Its fairly boutique and elitist and you have to book in advanced if you even want a chance to get in. I was told later that the food downstairs wasn't actually that good and you go there more for a seat and the experience then the quality of flavour. The handles and walls are all adorned with carved wooded african motifs while statues of Zulu warriors lit up by purple and blue lights watch over you as you drink and dance away. Dancers dressed up as Zebras come and entertain you around the drinking area upstairs while doing laps of the small escalators to the downstairs club section.

It was quite packed on the dance floor and the friends of Thom said that you have to book a table and pre spend at least £150 to get it reserved. You may think that that sounds like a lot of money but its actually not, not in this place. A bottle of Greygoose (a personal fav of mine) cost about £170 while a bottle of Dom Perignon costs a whopping £300. I know for a fact that Greygoose at the off-license is a minuscule £32 which I was told by friends is still way too much to pay for Vodka. each to their own.

In between the tables however were the most fit/hot dancing girls dressed in a loincloth re Tarzan and jane. Other then this we all kind of decided that paying for the incredibly overpriced experience of looking at hot dancing girls could be saved for another time and decided on heading to another club. Next time however Im sneaking in a bottle of my own :). £170 saved!!!

That sadly was the last club we went to as we slowly down geared from partying to eating to waiting for a cab to heading home to drink to eventually just going to sleep :( In the end it was a really fun night and we did have a big day of sightseeing and Lion King the next day.

Song: Not original music of my creation
"Shaka Zulu" by Margaret Singana
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cheers