Finally after a week loaded with office work, I managed to indulge myself in an atmosphere filled with cigarette smoke and alcohol smell.
Went out on Saturday night with some known friends and some newly acquaintances to India’s very first Hard Rock Cafe. Located in one of the old-ages estate, the Bombay Dyeing Mill Compound, South Mumbai side. This world famous joint was opened sometime in September this year but had closed down for couple of weeks due some legal issues. However the place is now open to the Mumbai public in full swing.
Melody (The Voice In My Head) who happens to be one of those “party-till-I-die kinda women” and who was also a BIG part of my outing that evening, has put up her views of the place along with some dark but visible pictures.
“The music is great, the crowd is decent & the ambience, well, it is a Hard Rock Cafe! There are all the necessary rock star paraphernalia that goes with the HRC name – the autographed guitars, the crazy outfits (I saw a nice one belonging to the artist formerly know as Prince), the photographs, the trivia. I love it, I love it, I love it. Yes, in case you didn’t get it, I really love it.”
Though I agree with the whole music and ambience bit, I still wouldn’t say that it’s THE place to be on a Saturday night. And No! It’s got nothing to do with the company I was hanging out with.
See, the thing is for me besides good music and ambience; I need good food and plenty of alcohol. So even though Mumbai’s Hard Rock Cafe flaunts about good music, decent crowd and spacious look - sadly, it totally sucks in service.
It took us an entire evening to get a table and if that was not worse, take this – as soon as we parked our already tired (but still sexy) butts, we were told, “Sorry the kitchen is closed for service”. WTF at 12.30 am!
And this is not it.
The entire time we were waiting at the bar area, we had to fight our way through a crowd of 30-40 odd people to get our drinks off the bar. Fuck this, there was also a time when we after much struggle managed to get the bar-tender’s attention we were told, “I can’t serve you because we have no glasses for the drinks”. Huh!!!
So by now you must have got the drift that I really think much of the place – I would have rather enjoyed at one of those smaller lounge bars and pubs in Bandra.
But as Melody mentioned, maybe the place would be a much better experience once the whole show-sha dies down.
The Final Word – Go there for the experience but do have back-up plans. And definitely not a Saturday night place.
Ps : Would like to put out a special THANK YOU message with a gun pointed at me for party-licious Mel and yes I shall forever be hating grateful for the time you took out of your ever so busy schedule to party with me.
) I didn’t really expect to get a table anyway.
lads the chance to sing “whoa oh oh oh oh Sweet child o’ mine, whoa oh oh oooohh sweet love of mine” while inebriatedly leaving the bar. Oh yes, I’m not going there again. For a saner, rant-free view, please read earlier posts by Sakshihereand Rashmi here.
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