Okay well I don’t know for sure whether all of the Indos at Ludo were actually bankers, but they definitely looked like it. One financier in attendance concurred, repeating “My Indian Heart Belongs to Goldman Sachs” over and over.

Overheard: “Managing director”

Scene: Several rooms nearly empty, but one or two PACKED to the hilt with white girls & indian girls in fanciful jeans … all wanting a piece of hot, rich indian banker ass. That said, guys to girls ratio definitely in favor of girls. In one room two said white girls were on display, eventually enticing two young indo beaus into conversation. Sadly, we spied the ladies going home alone. Sorry girls, not everyone can make the cut!

Dress: Dress shirts.

Drinks: Shots of Jagermeister.

Security: Surreal and meatpacking wannabe. Arrived with large party and told to line up outside as IDs were checked. Then, as the po-po rolled by, were informed by the Dadaesque bouncer that we were attracting their attention by forming a crowd. Then, given incredibly loud mini sermon on potential future noise issues if we were to smoke a cigarette … at a later point.

Posh Factor: Dingy. Looks as if nothing at all has been touched from the Chez es Saada days.