Nice decor... not so nice people.
If wall to wall fake boobies, bright white nails, neon stilettos, shaven heads, aspiring gangsters, Ben Sherman shirts and the like are your sort of thing, by all means, head hither. But if you tend to avoid VIP sections, bodycon dresses and hair extensions in favour of something a little more tatty and real then you might want to heed my warning. I was invited to an event at Palm Sugar, and... well, I had the same problem as I did with 50 Dover Street, Movida and even the dreaded Opus. It's just so... pretentious.
I can deal with arty pretentiousness. That's cool. It's sexy. But when every girl in the room aspires to be Jordan and every boy models himself on a head-clubbing caveman, if they love 'slebs and More magazine and Fake Bake, I don't really feel like I'm with my people. Plus, the place is made after a substance that the Western desire for which is destroying the habitat of orang-utans. What more do you need to know?
Well, obviously a little because otherwise I wouldn't be putting together this review. The decor is pretty, it can't be denied - far nicer than the ominous outside, which incorporates both judgemental bouncers and one of those women with a clipboard. *Shudder* I've been told it's really pleasant during the day, or on a weeknight, so if you want to drink in the ambient surroundings and quaff some admittedly lovely cocktails in an environment devoid of the wannabe WAGs and hardmen then you should absolutely go for it. Plus in the daytime if it's sunny it's a lovely spot to sit outside and watch the world go by.
In conclusion, by all means try it during the quieter times, but unless you can cope with a lot of squealing and loud gruff voices, you might want to avoid the peak hours. read more