We were holding out for February. But February became April, became August, and then we got bored of waiting. This week, however, Bungalow 8 deigned to open its doors, beginning with Christopher Kane and a string of LFW parties this week, and an official opening in October.

Since first hearing the rumours of this latest addition to St Martin's Lane we've been balanced precariously between anticipation and scepticism: sounds cool, but do we really need another members' bar? Is Amy Sacco stretching herself thin, or will this Bungalow revolutionize the London bar/club scene like it did in New York?

Unlike its stateside companion, entrance over here is apparently bought less through friendship and favours than through cold, hard cash. £350 to be precise. How pedestrian. Still, thinking we'd see what all the fuss was about, our UJ-issue flirt-kit got us smoothly around the unrelenting door-whore as, within, a Swarovski-designed hive of slinky, heeled waitresses absorbed us, delivering delicious cocktails from a menu that read like a high-speed collision between an herbarium and a deluxe distillery.