Oh, sweet Mystery Bar!
Submitted by The Masked Barfly on Tue, 2008-09-09 11:41.
Apologies for the incoherence, but this fly's report cannot help being rendered in a burst of overexcited sentence fragments with gratuitous exclamation marks.
Tropical cocktails! Shimmery dresses! German covers of The Monkees! Omnisexual pan-ironic hipsters! Six-foot-four drag queens wearing yellow balloons! Wildly abandoned rock'n'roll dance moves!
Burlesque beauties! Trilbys and fezzes! Tribal masks! Tattooed cleavage! Severely beautiful Nordic cougars who grab men and say "I am Sonje. This my husband. He watch us dance"! Cigarette holders! Exotic foliage! Faux-fur bow ties!
So, where is this place? No, seriously: I can't remember, and I'm afraid I dreamed the whole thing. Please tell us!
The....Cavern....?....!
Watusi?
It is indeed. And with that prompting, my addled neurons are able to recall that this is the former Tupelo in Edward St. A more than adequate replacement, and even if they don't quite maintain the levels of debauchery exhibited at the opening night on Saturday, it should be the place to watch.
Glad to have provided a good lashing of my gallic musical charms (thanks to my hosts for inviting me on board). A welcome addition to Wellington's watering holes, with the added flare of strapping drag queens. More please!
Looks brilliant! I must go there! Several times!
Beware the rum liqueur!
When you say "beware", you mean "enjoy plentifully", right?
I'm not sure how much they'll have left now
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