"After a brisk jaunt in the wrong direction down Haffera street, I found this delightfully-dim drinking den just round the corner of the main drag and up a small flight of stairs. Lo and behold I discovered to my immense pleasure one vacant chair by the bar that looked for all the world as if it had been reserved especially for me, armed as I was, not with company of any kind, but just a slim paperback volume of On Her Majesty's Secret Service. Despite being immersed in the world of hard-drinking British agents, I did a very un-Bond-like thing and ordered an alcohol-free cynnamon infusion - which I must confess, like every other type of fancy tea I've ever tasted flattered to deceive with sweet aromas leading to not much more than a bland watery taste. But no matter. This establishment was first class. Some suitably obscure piano music was unobtrusively occupying the background whilst two large mounds of sensuous female flesh, topped with a smile, flirtatiously occupied the foreground. At least whenever the waitress was in attendance. After a couple of chapters of dodging bullets and bad-guys I was feeling one hundred percent refreshed and ready to leave this winsome watering hole and wander into the night. Hopefully soon to return..." | Randy Dandy
United Kingdom
May.08.2007
Overall rating 5/5 |
