New York City-Lower East Manhattan
May 11, 2018
It’s funny how quickly things change. This over the top locale (brainchild of the owners of Cain) already feels like a relic of another time, but its sheer unashamed excess has to be marveled at. This place is as gold as it gets it couldn’t be more bling if it tried, and you have expect to see a gold-painted Shirley Eaton lying naked on one of the couches, waiting to be found by a Connery-era James Bond. Seriously, bring your sunglasses, because this place is something to behold there are gold skulls embedded in the walls, gold light fittings and gold ceilings it looks like they strip-mined Liberace’s living room. The opulence doesn’t end there: faux oil paintings adorn the walls, showing the bar’s investors, and the DJ booth is sprayed with graffiti art. The crowd are as fancy as you’d expect a venue like this to attract there’s lots of designer clothes on attractive bodies in evidence, and it’s not the place to go if you want to chill out on your dress down days. In keeping with the dominant theme, the cocktails are honey-flavoured, shot through with the golden sweet stuff. The Gold Rush, a combination of bourbon, honey, and lemon, is one of the better efforts, or the Bee’s Kiss is a smooth blend of aged, rum honey and cream. While it’s true that even Louis XIV of France might think it was a bit much, sometimes excess has its place when the New York skies are gray and gloomy this might just be the cure for SAD. And its main redeeming feature is that for all its full-on, in-your-face glitz, this bar doesn’t take itself too seriously.