We trundled downstairs to find a low lit room, clear glass and silver cutlery shining, forties music swinging through the atmospheric secret bubble. A screen separates the bathroom and – ooo we have that lamp. The noise of voices is high from the start, people enjoying not knowing much or who, but excited by the prospect of it all. Delicious food followed with chatter, raucous; as we discussed, cackled and mused over subjects with previous strangers – now dinner companions. A blind date, a Come Dine With Me, a concoction of sorts, coming out as splendid. Well done to Montpelier Basement, who came out at the end with a bottle of ale each and smiles welcoming. They mopped their brow and we wished them luck, for it was all and more than we expected. For the love of Bristol people and the joy of the unknown, I salute you.