I went here with a group of friends to celebrate a birthday and we were told that this place was very intimate and an experience not to be missed, if only we knew. It started off well walking off the street straight into a cosy walkway where we were greeted by the hippy lady with dreadlocks longer than my legs. However the hippy lady was not the one at reception, reception lady was busy on the phone for about 10 minutes and had no problem with us standing there like lost children. After this slight but bearable delay we headed on through to garuvas and went from the reception straight into the acid trip, and a bad one at that. The cocktail bar was full of prepubescent hipsters which were there to only tell the world about it on tumblr After a short stay there and one dirty hidden sofa sweater later we were taken to our table where we promptly kept tradition and sat on the floor and went from the acid trip and straight to cramp city. Now at this stage, despite the ignorance of the receptionist and the psychodelic pseudo induced mind rape that was the cocktail bar I was having a pretty good time and enjoying this place It wasn't until we were all seated, cramping up, drinks in hand that this started to change Of course being a busy night we had to endure a wait for our meals to arrive which was not a problem because we had in our company a modern day Rowan Atkins/ Shakespeare/ Tom Welling a real jack of all trades who you never have a dull moment around. And in the brink of a dull moment my connoisseur did what we were all wanting to do, what everyone around us was doing and what I believe many have done before, play some drums with the chop sticks. After not only one minute of this dreadlock holiday hippy lady storms in our eating area obviously enraged and takes not only his chop sticks but another of our parties. Now this was a little over the top but understandable until she said, you can now eat with your hands, and no she was not joking, no other chop sticks were brought out and the two members of our table, had to eat, with their hands. Now i'm not sure if she didn't like their rendition of black betty or there is something in the water in that indie palace but she sure did put a big stamp of turd on our night. If this wasn't bad enough, another girl we noticed started choking and had made her way between two of the eating area's. Two staff members both walked straight past her without at all a word, luckily someone (a customer) was able to get her some water and sort it out. Overall Garuvas is not a bad place, if you like inverse universes with waves of every colour of lava lamp, it is truly a trippers dream, but if you don't like rude, inconsiderate staff members and a menopausal hippy lady then I suggest to steer clear.
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