Hen Do? Hen Don't...

So Hen Nights. Supposedly a night of fun and freedom just before you sign your life away to live in marital harmony...



Not this one.


There's been a lot of the 'Bride Wars' type of thing going on between my cousins this year, three of whom are getting married this year.


My 25 year old female cousin is getting married this coming saturday and had her Hen night this saturday just gone. Sadly for her she's a bit of a bitch and consequently hasn't got many friends... Thanks to the lack of friends she invited a few of her female cousins and her aunties to attend her 'Hen Night'.


Bear in mind the Mormon-ness of my family...


She chose, for her 'hen night' to go to a tiny, horrible little greek restaurant in St. Albans called 'Anastacias'


It was unbelievably awkward. We all just sat and talked amongst ourselves.


Me and my mum had decided to give a hen-present - traditionally something amusing that'll help the hen in their married life.


We gave 'The Good Housewife Kit' and included things like clothes pegs, aprons, wooden spoons, cookbooks, dustpan & brush and air freshener with funny tags on them. For example, the pegs said 'For putting on your nose when you haven't done the washing', and air freshener said 'Hurts less than pegs'.


The moral of this story is: Never go on a Mormon Hen Night to which the family is invited and which is being held in a nasty little restaurant. (See below for my review of the restaurant)




Anastacia's: 97 St Peters Street, Saint Albans AL1 3EN, UK


My Review of the Restaurant on Trip Advisor:
"We were a group of 14 people. We first walked in and were shown to our table, in the middle of the restaurant. We were squeezed in, there was definitely not enough room to swing a cat. We ordered some drinks, but were then told that we were not allowed to add them to a tab, and had to pay then and there.

The toilets were filthy. They need major cleaning, and a good lick of paint. They were tiny, nowhere to even put your bag, and I was certainly not about to put it on the filthy floor. And a major hazard, if you are washing your hands and someone comes in quickly, you're going to get bashed by the door.

The food was awful. We had some kind of meze/tapas thing. The pitta bread was very dry. None of it looks particularly appetising. The most appetising looking part was the calamari, but it was majorly over-cooked, very very rubbery and tough.

The greek salad of feta cheese and olives was the nicest part, and the olives had the stones left in! We were then told that in the £25 per person price, that dessert was not included and that it would be an extra £5 per person.

Half way through our meal, a larger, rowdier hen party arrived, their table just across from us. There was no room to get in between the two tables. Ridiculously noisy.

We were told that When we were ready to leave (myself and my mum left just before the rest of the group) we went to pay for ourselves. The owner/waiter told us that we had to pay for other drinks that had been left on the tab even though they were not ours and we had been told to pay for our drinks earlier. He was very rude and would not accept that although the rest of the party was still seated, that the drinks would be paid for by the people that had them. We had to go back up to the table and get one of our group to accompany us back to the till to explain that they would pay for their own drinks. They were extremely rude to us and it was just yet one more thing to convince us to never return."