Sunday night is usually a non-entity in my life. I usually sit in a pub or watch crap Sunday night TV getting increasingly depressed by the prospect of my free time coming to an end for another 5 days.

This was until last weekend when I experienced, first hand, the restaurant ‘pop up’ craze that is taking the nation by storm. The idea of a ‘pop-up’ restaurant is not some kind of crazy 3D cartoon restaurant, rather they are temporary restaurants that spring up sporadically at spontaneous locations for a few days at a time. Those that are able to find out about them are in for a treat, how you find out about them can be a lot harder. I am fortunate enough to have a friend that is far ‘cooler’ than me and I usually pick up the strags from her ubiquitous knowledge, claiming it as my own.

So, last Sunday evening a group of us to bundled into our cars and headed down to Brick Lane. We had pre-ordered our food a few days before as the venue didn’t actually have a kitchen on-site, rather food was cooked nearby and transported lovingly to the venue. It was in the basement underneath the Bacon Street Project’s shop floor, a very cool vintage shop with an incredible basement where they hold random events from yoga classes and salsa nights to art exhibitions. After ringing the doorbell, I walked downstairs expecting a rammed, hectic evening full of punters arguing over tables, the reality was very different. The basement was lit up beautifully with random funky artwork placed around the room and candles. There could only have been 25 people and in the corner a couple of chilled dudes (one with a mullet that would put Marcus from Big Brother to shame) played guitar and bongos. The food was home cooked and the organization was adhoc and relaxed, we had a three course meal (for £10) while wine, cider or beer was extra. The people were eclectic to say the least, everyone from an obvious ‘American Psycho’ style banker to groups of artists and a few couples on romantic dates.

I walked past the shop a few days later, peered down to the basement and the restaurant was gone. My experience made me realise was that London is never the same any 2 days, some thing it’s easy to forget this when you live here and take it all for granted.

Sunday nights are surely the best time to go out there and do something different. If you haven’t got a friend who can do the legwork for you, there is always Spoonfed a site full of interesting and different things to do. Let’s try and not make any 2 Sunday nights the same ever again and prolong the inevitable end of our weekends….