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Book Tickets


Non-dining tickets are £20, or £30 with a welcome glass of Champagne, and include all the main entertainment.

Dining tickets are £75 and offer a welcome glass of Laurent-Perrier Champagne, a three-course meal (see menu), plus exclusive cabaret performances during dinner, plus all the main entertainment.

Book Tickets

1920s Berlin, moustachioed dandies, dizzy flappers, monocled counts, decadent aesthetes, firebrand radicals, apoplectic Teutonic military officers, predatory cross-dressers, itinerant jazz musicians, black or white tie

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Berlin, and the chaotic Weimar republic is tearing itself apart as Nazis and Communists vie for the people's hearts, while the currency devalues so quickly that wages are paid in wheelbarrows of cash and banknotes must be over-printed at 1,000 times their original worth. Where does one go to drown one's sorrows? Why, Herr Kettner's Kabaret, of course.

Step into a decadent, desperate world where economic collapse and political mayhem waltz drunkenly with bold new art and bolder social inhibitions—the crossroads between an elegant feudal past and the thrilling modern world, where monocled aristocrats share tables with revolutionaries and women dressed as men, an artistic melting pot that produces the madness of Dada, George Grosz's satirical grotesques and the futuristic dystopian movie Metropolis.

Forget the gloom outside: here, across three floors of Herr Kettner's beautiful house, you can sway to the new "jazz" music from America, learn to dance the Charleston, flirt with our cabaret singers, guffaw at our comedians, and quaff Champagne and cocktails like there's no tomorrow—there probably isn't.


Herr Kettner has now closed the doors of his Kabaret.

We've had two years of fun, meine lieblinge, but after one too many raids by Nazi bullyboys, and frankly one too many cocktail hangovers, we are calling it a day. Thanks to all the beautiful people who have crossed our threshold and all the lovely performers who have crossed our stage.

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Auf Wiedersehen!