Soho Farmhouse review

“ I don’t know if its the concept or the clientele, but the whole thing may as well be in Jumeirah, or Bayshore, or .. it has that jaw-dropping lack of any real taste and authenticity that is the hallmark of the global offshore. And unlike, say, the nearest local not-a-nob-hangout in Heythrop park, it takes itself waaaay seriously. To the point of making it pretty hard to navigate the public (OMG!) footpath that runs right past it.
A car park stuffed with large black things, typically driven by scrawny suburban prawns who have an allergy to pulling over - maybe because they’re perennially chatting to other trophy whatsits. It is, as a lively local staff member told me, “Butlins for … (insert the plural c-word).” Yessir.”

    Hursty “a car park stuffed with large black things”, is Carl Cox DJing there these days?

      When pipe smokers were mentioned I just had to look at the reviews!

      A lot of places have there fair share of cunts. Soho Farmhouse is an excellent way to spend a weekend. You don’t talk to these cunts

        Hursty From what you’ve said and reading the odd review it sounds pretentious as fuck!

        That review you posted was practically written before they turned up. I like Soho House a lot - it’s got it’s share of cunts, but frankly, so has Weatherspoons. Don’t talk to them.

        If it was full of cunts and shit, I wouldn’t be a member.

          has quick mocking wank

          Never mind her left-hand missing it’s her missing head I’d have the problem with

            You have to go and ruin it don’t you, Millsy

              Ironically ‘Marin’ is (nearly) an anagram of ‘no arm’

              Smallman1 You’d think she’d know her left from her right… It’s a mirror shot, Ed.