Upon entering the bar (feels more like a night club) I pass between to gorgeous women. Both of whom work the door. No doubt eye candy to sing a sirens song and lure men to their credit card deaths. It's a good thing I am paying cash. As I walk in one says "you're looking hot and stylish". I thank her and move on oblivious to the nature of her compliment.
So I must admit that I feel as though I am in a first class private jet a la Diddy, Travolta, or some other A List celebrity. The seats are white, plush leather and I feel as though I could fall asleep despite the fact that they do not appear to recline, and that there are no movies to watch aimlessly.
Let's move on to the drinks shall we? Ok, I'm still working on the first one so we'll come back to the drinks and focus more on the people watching.
Ladies look good, have not talked to anyone. The earphones could give the impression that I want to be left alone and I can't lie, I do. Without jumping to conclusions most of the women have that "made up" look. It's the whole dressed to impress, but not a potential mate so much as the other women vying for the attention of the Brad Pitt's and George Clooney's they hope to meet over overpriced cocktails.
Back to these cocktails since unlike Too $hort, I'm not interested in any other "cocktails" tonight. I had a Sky something or other and the drink was fine minus the citrus strands I had to remove from between my teeth after every sip. Yes I know, I could drink my cocktail through a straw, but a straw is for stirring in my humble opinion.
Both bartenders were top notch. Friendly (not overly), polite, efficient service. I did see one looking up drink recipes, but good for him for not trying to make something he did not know. This marks the second time that I have been at the NINES Hotel and both times mistakes were made and fixed by the bartenders. I'll say this, if you're going to hire good help make sure they understand the meaning of "customer service". The people here clearly get it.
As I sip my vodka lemonade I thank Phil Breen for introducing me to this fabulously refreshing drink summers ago. Thanks Phillski!
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I said it because you *did* look hot and stylish. I liked your hot pink bandanna. And the headphones *did* stop me from chatting, but I managed to catch a glimpse of what you were working on (so here I am).
ReplyDeleteWhat can I say, I thought you were foxy.
So come and find me 2nite! I am @ the bar wondering when you'll tap me on the shoulder...
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