Apply to Join Blighty Social LA — British Dinner Club
A small dinner table, warm light, conversation in motion.
A monthly dinner club
British expats onlyVetted · tables of 5–8 · one good restaurant

Your lot, monthly,
and familiarity
without the plane ride.

Settled in.
You've stopped saying "bit of a faff."

It crept up quietly. The vowels softened. "Y'all" slipped in. You started defending Marmite to Americans who'd never tried it. Somewhere along the way, the people who'd get the joke without you having to explain it stopped being in the room.

Second Tuesday · every month · for good
Los Angeles · launches Tue 11 Aug
No networking. No name tags. No knobheads.
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First month free · Two minutes to apply · You pay for your own food, same as dinner with mates.

A note from the founder

I'm a Kiwi. I built Franzus Social recently — a dinner club for Aussies and Kiwis in the US.

Then the British applications started coming in. Sometimes apologetically. Often not. Same need. Different vocabulary.

Putting a Brit at our table would have been the wrong table. Close, but not it. So we built one. Blighty Social. A monthly dinner club, just for Brits, in the US. No networking. No name tags. No knobheads. Just a small table of people who already get the shorthand, in a good restaurant, once a month, every month.

Andrew Kidd
Andrew Andrew Kidd · Founder · Kiwi · 7 yrs Brisbane · 6 yrs Dallas
What a night actually looks like

One table, once a month. Here's how it runs.

Apply. Two minutes, read by an actual person. No algorithm deciding who you eat with.
Get seated. A vetted table of 5–8 Brits. Small enough to hear each other, big enough that nobody has to carry it.
Second Tuesday. Venue confirmed to members in the days before. Your only job is turning up.
Dinner. Order what you like, pay for what you eat, leave when you're ready. Same again next month.
The shorthand you stopped using

Words you used to say without thinking.

Dropped from your daily vocabulary. Still in the bones. Around the right table, they come back without you noticing.

  1. i.
    "Bit of a faff."
  2. ii.
    "Pop the kettle on."
  3. iii.
    "Can't be arsed."
  4. iv.
    "Round the corner."
    — never "a few blocks over".
  5. v.
    "Cheeky pint."
  6. vi.
    "Ta."
  7. vii.
    "Have a butcher's."
  8. viii.
    "Going to the shops."
    — plural. Always plural.
— Things that don't translate —

Tourists go home with Beefeater photos.
We carry these.

If you grew up with these, you know the smell, the sound, the feel of every one. Try explaining one of them to an American colleague. Watch the polite smile.

These don't make the postcards. You have to be from there to even notice them. At our table, everyone gets it. No explaining.

— So, what is this actually? —
What we are. What we're not.
Candlelit restaurant interior, evening.
A new restaurant every month

We hunt down great places for you to try.

A different room every month, in your city. We do the looking, the calling, the booking. You walk in to somewhere good — somewhere you'd probably never have got around to trying — and a table that's already been set for you.

Places worth showing up for, never the obvious choice.
A room small enough to actually hear each other.
Booked, briefed, and ready for you.
Somewhere new every month, so the table always has somewhere fresh to walk into.
— New venue revealed to members each month.
The verdict

Then, one Tuesday a month — no translating.

A table of Brits who already get it. The references land. Nobody needs “faff” explained. Just dinner.

Second Tuesday · launches Tue 11 August 2026 · Los Angeles

A table where nobody asks if you know Karen from Clapham. Or Glasgow.

Two minutes. By application. We read every answer.

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Your lot, monthly, and familiarity without the plane ride.