It was a very special evening for us girls – 22 of us had hired out one of the Gold Class cinemas at Vivocity for our very own viewing of the hotly anticipated Sex and the City movie. As you can probably imagine, there was much squealing and giggling, tears and laughter in that movie theater, but at the end of 145mins or oestrogen-filled fun, we felt that not quite enough wine had been consumed, so we all made our way to the nearest bar, Wood.
This sleek new restaurant with its trendy neon-glowing bar, subdued lighting and stylish furnishings seemed the perfect venue to host our post-movie tipples. The restaurant has also received glowing reviews in the press for its inventive wood-roasted/grilled/smoked dishes. Unfortunately our drinks experience has not left me inspired to be quite so glowing.
Wood prides itself on its wine list, evident in the impressive circular display of bottles you walk past to enter the restaurant. In fact, their website boasts: “With prices starting from an affordable $45 per bottle, the extensive wine list never fails to impress even the most picky wine connoisseur”. (I have corrected the spelling mistakes in my quote, but have left the grammatical errors for effect)
Shame then that they couldn’t offer us a simple Sauvignon Blanc, or anything remotely similar, or remotely affordable, when we were there. They blamed this on a function the night before which had left them high and dry – rather poor though given that this was a Friday evening, and we were 22 thirsty girls looking to celebrate our fabulous-ness, à la Carrie Bradshaw and crew. This unfortunately resulted in half the girls picking up their clutch bags and marching their stiletto-clad feet over to the Bellini Room at St James Powerstation. Those of us that remained reached for the cocktail list.
This was marginally more successful (in that they actually had in stock all that was required to make the cocktails), although we did have a wrangle with both the waiter and bartender about whether it was possible to make a Virgin Daiquiri (ie. without alcohol) – the waiter said he didn’t think it would be possible, the bartender said it was too difficult, we all shouted for a third time “It’s on your menu!”, and eventually the drink appeared.
Nobody was particularly complimentary about their choices – a mixture of Cosmopolitans (but of course), Lychee Martinis and a Strawberry Mojito failed to excite us, but perhaps by now we were just a little tired of how difficult it had become to get a decent drink.
Wood - http://thecaffebar.com/wood/
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