I used to go to a few of those gallery opening things, when I had friends in the art world (before they all left London). On the plus side, you'd get a few hot women there, and plenty of free booze. On the downside, the art was usually shite and the places tended to be brimming with insufferable pretentious fops, faux-bohemian dullards, wannabe socialites, plus a smattering of city workers in search of aforementioned hot women. Give me a decent steak and a bottle of wine at the Palmerston any day.