There are several depressing things about this advert on the side of a telephone box on Foley Street, but the thing I find most depressing is where it says to phone the number to arrange “VIP collection from this location”. What a miserable spectacle. A man, or group of men, standing on a rainy street corner in Central London waiting for “VIP collection”. If you are standing on a street corner, waiting for a car from a strip club to come and pick you up, you are not a very important person.
It’s odd that they don’t say “Delicious food served” or something like that, but rather say specify that “Steaks, seafood and pasta” are available. “I’m hungry and want to pay to see naked women. I’ll go to Spearmint Rhino, BUT ONLY IF THEY SERVE PASTA”.