A few months ago, possibly inspired by the American Women's Book Club Brandie joined after we moved to Brooklyn, our friend Steve suggested we start a book club with some local friends. We'd meet monthly at each other's houses on a weeknight after the kids had gone to bed, have a drink, nosh on something and talk about books. Great idea, right?
It was! However due to circumstances beyond his control, poor Steve has never been able to attend a meeting (although I'm pretty sure he's read all the books on our list.) The rest of us have had a ball however, and for our fourth gathering decided to meet at The Library, a bar in downtown Wellington themed around.. well, a library.
In fact we had been there several times before without realizing it, as it's attached to a great restaurant called Chow. We'd sat at the bar while waiting for our tables, never realizing we were in a separate establishment. This time though, we entered through the front door, set in an otherwise blank white stairwell in a wall papered to look like a bookcase. Simple as it was, it felt like we were walking through a secret door in a bookcase, something out of an Eco or Zafon novel. I loved it instantly.
Just inside the door the real bookshelves started, floor to ceiling, and eventually ran out to frame each intimate table. The place was perfectly lit and loaded with books, I just wanted to wander and browse. We went to our table (Brandie had thought to make reservations) and ordered drinks and the cheese plate (I had spent the week prior drooling over the menu so it didn't take long for me to pick something out.) Other members trickled in and we started talking about the books we had read, then eventually ordered the tasting plate from the Sweets menu. It was all delicious, and hands-down the funnest place I can imagine to have a book club meeting.