Set in the art deco marble architecture of an old bank the owner doesn't realy know what he/she wants it to be. It is really a cafe as the staff do not take orders from the table they only deliver table service. The food is quite ordinary too. Part of the floor is being used for storage which detract from the ambance it is trying to achieve.
A couple of days later I went in for a late afternoon drink at its martini in it "Martini bar." The atmosphere was heavy with the fug of incence that had obviously been burning all day. Considering the vaulted ceiling it is quite an achievement to fill such a space with incence smoke to the point the air is blue and increasing global warming.
I asked the bartender for a Vespa made with geneva gin and Polish vodka. He simple stood puzzled and then stated "Sorry mate we only sell what is on the menu." The american visitor sitting at the bar seem quite bemused with this and as we left was taking great pains to explain just what a Vespa was to the amateur bar man. I don't mind being called "mate," but there is a time and place, this is not one. I went around the corner to the Stamford hotel's bar where my order was filled perfectly by a much younger woman attending the bar who was infinitely my courteous and profesional. There I could sit in comfort without ingesting several tonnes of incence smoke.
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