2.50am. You leave the club earlier than close in an attempt to avoid the crush, the cloakroom queue, and the lights turning on revealing sweat and slurred makeup.
In usual circumstances (and potentially anywhere else aside from London), you might venture to the closest kebab spot in the vicinity and end up waking with grease on your face. You would've called it a great night. Instead, a swift taxi ride meandering through the capital and you end up outside Duck & Waffle. Waiting in the cold. Next to a bunch of likewise revellers looking to experience the 24 hour restaurant at a time when you wouldn't even contemplate booking.
We were lucky. I had my doubts, but the fire heaters kept us warm for long enough before escaping the cold and entering the glass lift, ready for what was now my third and by far most unusual visit aloft the skyscrapers.
Four out of six ordered the duck and waffle itself; how could you not at such a time? Although - I too did then question the waffles when they arrived.
The sunrise and sunset here are the obvious choices for taking in panoramic views of London, especially during months when the sun makes an appearance. The Sriracha Benedict, Spicy Ox Cheek Donut and BBQ-Spiced Crispy Pig Ears are favourites, but at this time of day/night it was all about the namesake.
Dirty kebab after a night out? I'll take mine forty floors up please.
Duck & Waffle at Duck & Waffle; £20, including service.