I should start out by saying that any and all problems I had with Ping were my own fault. I had the place completely wrong. I thought it was a casual bar with ping pong tables. It’s more like the set of Made in Chelsea, with ping pong tables.
We planned to swing by at 8ish and grab some food (flatbread pizza? yes please) before the Saturday night drinking crowd wandered in around 10. Turns out, at Ping you’re going to need a reservation, no matter what time you decide to show up.
We got in without any trouble or charge, but inside was already packed at 8:30, and all tables were filled with parties who got the memo that if you want to eat you have to book.
The ping pong tables were the same deal. You want to play? You’ve got to pay (and reserve).
That said, the people who had booked seemed to be having a blast. There was even a game of beirut (beer pong for you non-Americans) going on at one end of the room. The ruit package is a bit steep though (£35), so be prepared.
I also have to give credit to the Ping staff. They were really helpful when we tried to find a table, perch or corner to eat in. But in the end, rules are rules and no table, no food.
So we downed a couple of (quite good) margaritas and the moved on to a wonderful meal at As Greek As it Gets down the street (highly recommend it – simple but delicious Greek food).
I fully plan on making a triumphant return to get the full Ping experience soon, but if you’re planning to try it before then all I can say is: book, book, book!