It's how we're drinking
Good to see the local hostelries promoting responsible drinking: tonight, Blend are not only offering $5 Jägerbomb tickets, but are hosting a "New Zealand Jägerbomb record attempt" at 9pm. I really don't envy the street cleaners who'll have to deal with Wakefield St tomorrow morning.
Even those not tempted by such excess might sometimes dream about living in a bar. Well, here's the next best thing. The former Imbibe is being stripped out in anticipation of its redevelopment by the lovely Bresolin boys, and tomorrow from 10am to midday they're having a "bar garage sale", selling off everything from glassware and lampshades to tables, couches and "even the kitchen sink". So to relive the glory days of Imbibe (pineapples optional) at your own pad, get on down to Swan Lane and duke it out with the other punters in search of a bargain.
Many barflies say they'll die for a drink, but some take it too literally. At the newly opened Lagerfield, one unlucky punter found in their Martini an unwanted couple of garnishes in addition to the olives: two very dead little fruitflies. Worse, there was too much vermouth. Still, what a way to go. (And by the way, the staff were appropriately horrified and rectified the situation with aplomb, so I'd agree with CC Vince that it's worth checking out.)
No, we're really not. And we're deleting your comment because we can't find a record of it, and we're not willing to play host to that kind of rumour-mongering.
we can't find a record of it
Page A8 of the Dominion Post, 20 March 2008. 108mg, fined $500, lost license for 6 months.
I would have thought this information might be pertinent to a discussion about drinking in Wellington. Perhaps if it were a restaurateur the editors were less-favourably disposed to... ?
Speaking only as myself, and not for all members of the Wellingtonista, yes, perhaps. I'm pretty sure we've (or I've) never made any claims towards impartiality.
But mostly, I don't generally have time to sit down and read the paper most days, and as far as I know most of our readers don't either, so we do tend to write mostly about things that are completely opinion-based, or that we can link to someone else's coverage of. But thank you for providing the specific information so that others can look it up if they should wish to.
Perhaps if it were a restaurateur the editors were less-favourably disposed to... ?
Well we probably wouldn't have seen them in the paper either, so the original answer stands - no, we didn't refer to that.
Cheers SYG,
We figured there would be a record somewhere but as Jo and Llew said we couldn't find it (I thought print media was dead?).
So under the current liable laws we thought it prudent to remove your comment until we saw the evidence. (there was a very lengthy discussion behind the scenes before the edit)
See, look at what you've done now -- I was all hyped-up and picking for a fight, and Joanna (and the rest) come in and diffuse the situation with your clear thinking and good graces, all done in the most diplomatic way possible. Gosh! :)
I think the obvious solution is for you to start your own Wellington blog and then we can bring the fight to you!
I see you've led a sheltered life, Hadyn :-)
A Jägerbomb is based on the "depth charge" principle: a shot of Jägermeister is dropped into a glass of Red Bull. Delightful.
Was this the Orange Dining Room in an earlier incantation? I loved that place - the ODR cocktail was great. I was sorry when Ming Poon's (the chef) more recent venture didn't make it and became Chow Woodward. Although it does extend access for the legendary two for one Mondays.
The Orange Dining Room was on the right-hand side of the building, the Bakehouse Gallery was on the left-hand side. I know this because my mother's friend used to own the building and I used to work in the shop. And many many years before that, I used to take drama lessons there. Meeeeemories...
Were those singing and drama lessons?
If you'd ever heard me sing, you'd know I'd never taken lessons!
My drama teacher did end up playing Dr. Findlay's wife with dementia though, so you know she must have taught me well...
By "lovely", are you *****