Wednesday night meant date night. Usually I think it’s best to do something a little unusual rather than opting for the bog standard dinner and cocktails. But once in a while it is nice to stick to the book and do something fun even if it is a cliché. Unable to book tickets to see The Book of Mormon (sold out and extortionate) the second runner was Miss Saigon. In hindsight this actually turned out to be a great option as well as being marginally easier on the bank account.
Almost opposite the theatre was Herman Ze German, somewhere that I have been intrigued to visit for a while. Selling just German wurst sausages it is a simple yet tasty idea and an exciting prospect (…if you’re partial to a bit of sausage). The restaurant was on Old Compton Street in Soho but there are several others dotted around London…good to know if you’re ever in dire need of a scrumptious sausage with crispy onions in any of its various guises.
Having tucked into the juicy sausage offerings at Herman Ze German it was time to grab a swift G&T before the show began and find our seats.
Without giving too much away, the show is set in Vietnam at the time of the war. With opening scenes in a brothel, the show follows the story of an American soldier and a young girl who has found herself taken under the wing of The Engineer, a man with almost as many flashy sequinned blazers as pole dancing employees. With love, death, plot twists and an awful lot of hip thrusting it was a hit.
Testimony to how much I enjoyed Miss Saigon was the fact I was involuntarily thrusting and subconsciously singing in a Vietnamese accent for the following week. I am sorry to all those who witnessed this!