To quote Nuella D, who I think has got this down to a T; "Makes me feel trapped in a dark sex dungeon"
Yep.
(reviewing bar, not restaurant here)
They have deals, and the cocktails are tasty, but ohhhhhhhh, the objectification!
Yes, I know this happens everywhere, but it it so deep here you have to wade through it.
We were tempted in by the drinks offers when we were flyered quite a way up the street, I was on a night out with university friends from newcastle, so yeah, we're used to cheap, boozey nights.
As we walked down the street though, misogyny siren started to whirr. These deals that were being handed out (these were a promotion you needed the flyer to fulfil), were only being handed to groups of girls, pretty girls, girls in low-cut dresses, girls with excellent legs (which, you know, it's not the fifties, people are allowed to have), I don't know if this is down to the staff themselves, or on order, the old, fill the bar with pretty girls, and the men will spend the money.
Now, when I go out, I expect to pay my way, as do my friends, rounds, who's counting, it's what we do, it comes about even.
When I go on dates, I like the person I'm out with to offer, I like to offer, there might be a cheque dance, it's nice, I'm happy to split, I'm happy to take turns in paying, again, it comes about even. Yes, some women like to be paid for, that's their bag, I know some men who prefer to split on first dates to make sure that it isn't just a free meal deal, and setting yourself up for constant billing. (And no, I won't bite your head off if you hold a door for me, I just like to be polite, and make my friends and my partner feel appreciated etc too).
This bar goes against all of that, and with intense fervour! In this bar SO LOUD, they seem to encourage needing to practically tongue somebody's ear to be heard, so much so, that a? t one point, my friend and i gave up, and typed on my phone to one another, rather than yell at the top of our lungs within innermost intimate quarters, lips against eardrum.
One thing, that is amazingly impressive though, the hearing of the shotgirls. Man, they say dogs have great hearing? We have a new elite! These, of course, absolutely stunning girls, are able to hear a compliment from fifty metres, AND POUNCE, there, in his ear, like the beginning of a human centipede, joined at the lobe, somehow, simultaneously beaming at you, "Oh, you think her hair is cool do you? Why don't you buy her a drink? You guys want shots? Do you like vodka, sweetie?" wryly spoken, with a wink.
Necks recoiling, eyes wide for the double take.
Wasn't she just over there?
Are you wearing a wire?
Is this chick serious?
Tasty cocktails? Yes
Retaining intact eardrums? No
Good deals? Yes
Having drinks bought for you? Likely if female
Ability to go any further with this person who's bought you a drink if you fancy them? No, the shot girl will be on his shoulder like a parrot, pouring high volume spirits down your neck, so even if you can hear each other, and you're happy to play the man pays all game, and you want to go that far, you'll both be too wasted to do anything but face plant.
There are men who walk around without their jaws on the floor due to boobs.
There are women who dress how the dress, not to get male jaws on the floor.
There are women, that want to still pay their way, with or without jaws on the floor.
There are people, who aren't straight, cisgender, man pay, woman bend over.
Yes, sex sells, but it seems here, that supporting chauvinism and privilege makes more money.
It's 2016, guys!
**edit**; also, it is so dark down here, that if you come back out whilst it's still light, you'll need new retinas. read more