Showing posts with label fashion bar. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fashion bar. Show all posts

Sunday, October 28, 2007

Chocolate Martini



The jury is out. F-Bar's Chocolate Martini is heavenly.

Chocolate can make one high. Concoct that with Martini.... and you're high for good.

Strong stuff; sweet, intense, thick. Magnifique. :)


Think the aromatic mix of Bailey's kelua , with a lethal does of Martini and top it all with a rim of chocolate (say it in French accent and it'll sound sexier)



Well, I guess, F-Bar does need the fantastic DJ-music, the posh ambiance and something like this, the Chocolate Martini, to distract from the seriously bad service (2 hours and I couldn't get my card back... This being the umpteenth time I'm letting rip about this here. Hmmm. ).

Anyway, anyone reading this, have gotta try this pronto!

Just be warned F-Bar's screwed up service could dampen things a lil though.

But hey,
This drink, still, is Sinful on so many levels. :-)

Chocoloate is better than SEX? Well, with this one, you'll have the Chocolate ... and probably SEX too. WOOO !!!
:OP

Tuesday, July 24, 2007

Fashion Bar ..... a love-hate experience


For the last couple of weeks, I've been hanging out late at The Cannery's world-famous Fashion Bar ( F-Bar for short).

Sinful b'cos it's staying out late and it's expensive. (ha ha)

BUT my experience with the pub-club is quickly turning into a love-hate relationship.

Why do I love the place?
1) The DJ mixes of house-meets-trance music is just insane (think strong mid-bass with an off-tune kitsch)

2) It's the poshiest place to lounge -EVER .
(It's been Voted no less)
Luxurious Silver-embossed leather seats, soft cushy satin cushions, dramatic black chandeliers, multi plasma TVs (51-inches?!)marching fashion show-exclusives to the likes of Supermodels wearing Haute Couture and (this alone probably needs a whole paragraph of its own, actually and really) even before you enter, be prepared to be awe-inspired by curtains of Swarovski Crystals at the entrance.

Any where you can find a more Bling-bling place, tell me about it.


Why do I hate the place?
1) I love my fruit punch b'cos it helps to hydrate after the alcohol binges. And I love my cherries even more. And it's just annoying when they don't voluntarily drop a couple into my drink unlike other clubs.

2) The service standard is patchy at best. Sloppy at worst.
The first time I was there, it was excellent, mostly. The manager remembers your presence and makes you feel welcomed and comfortable. However, the same night, I nearly didn't get my credit card back b'cos the staff completely forgot to process it.
On other various nights, the staff are either hard to call for, having double standards (why do I suddenly have to be VIP or open a full bottle to sit at the round tables when I didn't have to the previous night?) or down right inflexible (Yoga is NOT a drink ok? But why me and my friends cannot take a seat for just a couple of mins at one out of a sea of empty tables simply b'cos I didn't reserve one?)

3) The fantastic DJs went completely MIA on Sundays. What's it about? The place immediately went super boring. What kind of pub-club (let alone an upper class joint like this place) has no decent and engaging music? Then don't open your doors on such down-days, then. And make sure you let it known to the members/customers for god's sakes.

4) Parts of the bar counter area smells real funky. Serious, for I 'm actually devoting space to mention it here. The manager had better do something about it for otherwise all the Chanel .5, Hugo Boss, CK, JPG or Ralph Lauren Polo perfumes its beautiful guests wear cannot mask that waft of Essence of Drain.

And what do I mean by 'Beautiful'? Well, let's just say you had better be a model with your Composite Card ready at hand if you wished to be treated with dignity.

Oh my, I just realised that there are more 'hates' then 'likes' mentioned above. Hey, tongue in cheek ,alright?

But seriously, the place is so stunning that you had better be too, if you want to be seen there.
Which means you'd need the mandatory snobbishness as well to handle the high-brow staff there. Remember you're a no-body if you didn't reserve your table or isn't recognised as a VIP to sit anywhere.


Fashion is bitchy.
And the place is literally named after it.
Take the hint. :-p