While this venue has a pretty cool downstairs area, complete with flashy lights, cavernous seating caved out into what I assume used to be a wine cellar, and a labyrinth of mirrors and niches that is where the fun stops. Because really you cant have fun in a bar if you cant get served. It took 40 minutes to get a beer.
I don’t really think the staff are trained, the painful way they measured out a shot on the counter, then added it to a glass, then remembered ice, meddled with the postmix then finally produced a rum and coke for a friend was possibly the weirdest display I have ever seen.
Add to that a brash swearing manager who was giving his staff shots behind the bar while we waited, well if it wasn’t already hired for a friend b’day bash I would have been out of there quick smart.