So, I've read reviews around about this bar stories and alot of people have been uraving about it.
I've decided to check it out with my boyfriend, G.
So, when I first stepped I was pretty stoked of what cocktails are gonna come my way.
When we sat down at the bar, service was pretty good. G and I ordered sweet potato fritters and it was good. Next up, our drinks. G ordered a vodka based semi sweet, semi sour cocktail. It was good. And then my turn, I ordered passion fruit flavor,scotch based, sweet and sour and it was really good.
In between,G and I were talking about work and other stuff (we work in the f&b industry and were discussing how awesome bar stories is.) .
All was well until we started talking to the mixologist who's a malay and has blonde hair. We were asking simple questions like what the flowers on the bar top are. His replies were as sharp as a samurai's sword.
The moment that actually took me aback when G went to he washroom and I casually asked if they were hiring and he said and I quote, 'why don't you go ask your male friend over there whether D***y and e****d are hiring.'.
To me, as a person who works in the same industry as he does, that is very unprofessional.
Okay, so when my boyfriend came back, we ordered a second round of drinks, G wanted a vodka based, semi sweet, semi sour cocktail and it turned out pretty average. This time round, I was wanting to challenge the blonde mixologist and told him I wanted a clear, light minty and tangy drink suitable for after meal
but instead, I was served a very revolting drink. It literally smells like latex, taste like tyres and with each sip, I have to control my gag reflex.
I mean, what kind of mixolgist don't taste their drink before serving? Besides, from what I do understand, two kinds of herbs, two kinds of aromatic bitters, two kinds of spices, two kinds of alcohol and eventually all carbonated together doesn't look or smell like after meal kinda drink. Even after a meal of bak kut teh and teh-o, the taste of the tyre tasting cocktail still lingers in my mouth.
Really, if asked whether I'll head back there again, yes I will but without Mr. Mat Blondie around to ruin the atmosphere.
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