Myself and three of my girlfriends are all extremely similar, in that we love nothing more than dressing up and going out for a fabulous dinner and drinks. Old before our time? Maybe. But give me delicious, life-changing food washed down with mind-blowing cocktails over a stuffy, overcrowded nightclub any day.
This weeks restaurant of choice was the world-renowned Japanese spot, Nobu. If you know anything about Nobu, you'll know that it's fabulous, it's fancy, and it's pricey. But boy, is it worth it.
Obligatory kitchen outfit photos.
I'm wearing my favourite leather pencil skirt from River Island, black body from Missguided, and nude sandals from ASOS.
The beautiful Amelia is wearing head-to-toe Zara (current season).
After a good couple of hours of chatting and getting ready, we were chauffeured (by Amelia's boyfriend) to Nobu - the one on Berkeley St in London.
We started with edamame. Warm, salty and the best I've ever tried.
We decided to save the alcohol for the post-dinner cocktails we had planned, so ordered from their non-alcoholic drinks menu. Amelia and I both opted for the oh-so-refreshing Iced Green Teas. Daisy and Tayla went for yummy, fruity virgin mojitos.
We all shared sushi to start. Salmon and avocado roll and, our personal favourite, spicy tuna maki.
Tempura Shrimp. So good we ordered two lots.
And then our main 'hot dishes' arrived. We opted for the spicy version of asparagus kushiyaki which ended up being a great decision.
Black cod den Miso. Totally dreamy, melt-in-your-mouth goodness. I would never tire of this.
Two of the girls also shared spicy miso pork belly. I'm not a pork fan, but they assured me it was a winner.
For pudding we ordered their famous chocolate tart. An indulgent dark chocolate bomb that melts as your waiter pours dark chocolate sauce over it, to reveal a yummy ice-creamy, malty, hazlenutty delight.
We may or may not have drank the remaining chocolate sauce by pouring it straight onto our spoons.
After dinner, four very satisfied customers made their way across the road (literally) to the Mayfair Hotel bar.
We ended the night with a round of cocktails (tropical caipirinha for me).
Which, if you ask me, is how all great girl's nights should end.