Slide

Ok, this venue has now been open for a few weeks. Then again, I've been completely slack with this blog - this obviously being the first entry. Nothing like a bit of typing to overcome the sloth; now if only I could do this more regularly. Anyway, what better place to start this new blog than a review of the latest babe in boyland?

Initial impressions were OK. In typical Oxford Street style, the place was full of pretentious marys wanting to be seen - which can be fun, and completely suit the venue. The mixture of disco floors with pared back decor with a touch of ostentatious lighting (in the form of crystal necklace chandeliers) works well, and full tips to the person who found the artwork behind the dance floor. Although, I always thought Oscar Wilde wore a pansy in his lapel (not a rose). Anyone able to verify?

Best thing about this venue: hot bartenders in kilts. Mmmmm, boy (and girl) candy.

Cocktails and entrees were had on Christmas Eve with the boys.Big up to the chef on the oysters - delicious with the right touch of originality. The beetroot and wasabi selections? Spot on.

Our bartender, however, was a little useless on the cocktail front. Fellow bartrawler, the diva Mac, found her cosmo a little rural. My berry mixture (f49? something like that anyway) came with the consistency of a bloody mary. Not what I was looking for on a hot Sydney summer night.

Funniest experience: watching various people attempt to walk into the toilet door. The button's on the right. Find it.

Couple of criticisms. One, the tables have been kept on the dancefloor way too long. I get that you're trying to sell the food downstairs, but this is primarily a bar which sells itself on the spectacular LED lit dancefloor. Let the humble patron work it for what it's worth (reputedly, quite a few quid).

Secondly, do something with the space under the mezzanine! Currently everyone's busy preening themselves in front of the ground floor bar, and not utilising the space properly.

Overall, though, only a few kinks. Clean em up and the only way is up.

Finally, to the Tommy Tank boys (Slide's regular Thursday night)? You promised a certain type of music? I'm yet to hear it. So are your other patrons.