The Pale Blue Door

Down a tiny, cobbled street in the heart of Dalston, hidden through a doorway of pots, pans & flowers lies The Pale Blue Door.. an 'art-installation-travelling-gypsy-restaurant with panto on acid' hosted by Tony Hornecker.

Behind the door is a fortune tellers wonky wonderland, filled to the brim with the most splendid clutter.. clocks, mannequins, fringed lamps, bronze statues, portraits, teapots, & books, decadent fabrics in velvet, lurex & mesh & the whole shack sparkled up with drag queens, disco balls, sky high glittery pink platforms, mosaic mirrors, intricate coloured costumes, gold, candlelight & big chandeliers.

My friends & I were seated at the cosiest, little table upstairs on a mixture of different sized floral chairs & stools, lit by candles shining from mini teapots. We were surrounded by a weird, random and wonderful array of objects.. maps of london, mini cheese graters, an accordion, road lights, clocks, hardhats, wigs, tutus & bicycle wheels.

Whilst we ate our 3 lovely courses of feta & butternut squash salad, beef wellington & chocolate brownie, 'A Man to Pet' told & acted out a dark, magical story filled with pussycats, a wicked old lady with a poisonous apple, Tina Turner, an alcoholic fairy, a 1990s Madonna with gold cone corset, a gem stoned genie, Liza Minnelli, light up star wands and lots of sing alongs.. For the finales we got covered in fake snow & sang Christmas songs with a Lady Gaga'd up queen & then listened to Love Is The Air whilst watching A Man to Pet fan dance Marilyn Monroe style in a purple billowy cape.. the space was then filled up with heart shaped balloons.. & a lot of love to end the evening. 

This was my 3rd time at The Pale Blue door, one of them being at Glastonbury and every time has been hours of silly fun & laughs.. no doubt I'll end up here again soon, I just have no idea where.. :)


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