Not sure whose bright idea it was to name this place after one of the biggest names in drug smuggling the world has ever seen, but...
We found no signs for this place on the outside of the building it is contained in, or the surrounding area. And after a long wait for our call to be answered by Escobar, so we could ask directions, we finally found the place. It's above Titan if you were wondering...
Our first introduction to the staff was when they pushed in front of us to get into the place. We were then pulled back from the bar and asked if we'd made a reservation by the maître d', who had ignored us when we landed here initially. We only wanted drinks, but were still made to feel second-class for saying so. And for the record, the writer is a firangi so that blows the previous reviewers assertions of discrimination straight out of the water! And please note I was in a new shirt, not a T-shirt. Hello! Could they tell it was a Fendi Rs 400 special?!
Once at the bar, we counted the staff in the a/c section. There must have been 15 milling about - that's about one for every 2.5ft of bar. And could we get a drink or a menu please? Ahem. And a smile would have been nice too.
The place is bare. Just wood and bottles. It makes a nice change for Mumbai to have such a minimalist interior. However, it was so minimalist it felt as though it lacked something. Wood worm perhaps? A lumberjack even?
The drinks were good, and the prices were as to be expected. No nibbles or anything. Just pestering staff when you didn't need them, chasing you for a repeat of your drink.
The outside section was good. However, even though it was open-air it didn't have the required view. Just 4 storeys up from Linking Road is nothing to write home about.
The outside bit was popular though. The crowd; however, was not exactly buzzing when we were there (we left at 10 pm). Nor did they seem very happy. Perhaps it was because of all the reserved signs on the tables everyone was talking about in the reviews below.
Overall, it was not what I'd hoped for now that I've found it. It lacks something. Perhaps first of all it needs an injection of friendliness. And some pizzazz on the decor front too instead of just a projector screen for the cricket. Besides that, it needs to take itself less seriously and find its funny bone.