Not all clubs with a Latin name plays salsa

You've gotta give me credit for trying. We started out at Latin Square at Faringdon. When Wolfgang was there yesterday, the people there told him there was definitely salsa on Saturday, which is why we went there in the first place. Cut to today, we were told there wasn't salsa, there was Date Dancing. To put it succinctly, imagine learning to salsa or tango and throw in some flirting classes as well. No matter, we had several tapas and four caipirinha each (who could blame us? it was happy hour). Wolfgang was unceremoniously turned down by the waitress when he tried to get the bill. I told him, 'Cash is King'.

So we trudged up Faringdon Street again to catch a bus past Oxford Street. We got off at Glassblower street and went first up, then down the street trying to locate this place where Gin thought this salsa place was at. No success. We even tried asking a few bouncers. Looks like Saturday night is not salsa night. We traipsed back to Oxford street towards Hannover Square and finally stood in line at this place called Fiesta Havana where the bouncer assured Gin that there was salsa. I had reservations because I could hear that irritating Rompe song playing downstairs.

10 pounds poorer and a loo break later, I figured it was definitely NOT a salsa place. Not unless you consider Jean-Paul salsa feast to the ears. It was crowded, people were gyrating and there were sleazy old men thrown in to boot. Wolfgang did his best: he merengued and salsa-ed to some pop-sounding crap. We took the floor (or whatever space there was of it) whenever a salsa song came on (and there were far and few in between), Gin got picked up (apparently the guy was Russian but we shooed him off) and I now knew why the mat sallehs drool everytime they're in Asia: British women look either like cows or horses.

So much for my attempt at salsa-ing in London. There were moments when I actually wondered if date dancing at Latin Square would ahve been more enjoyable. It was so bad, I actually had time to SMS Rizal and Aisha. I can frankly say of my foray out into the London salsa scene: Mission Unaccomplished.

The 3 (Nerdy) Stooges: Gin, Wolfgang, me