Dirty Sultan

Don’t be disappointed when you get to Dirty Sultan and it’s not a Middle Eastern mecca of harem décor. There is adventure finding this rooftop bar. 

First, walk down the laneway of beautiful cherry blossoms that is Bëy Lane, til you get to a glass elevator and ride it to the top. There you walk into the DS>

This was a rainy night in May last year, so the retractable roof was closed, but otherwise it would be all open and roof toppy.

I was first to arrive, so found a seat at the bar and looked for menus.. staff say: there’s no printed menus – it’s all QR codes (oh my favourite).

So whip out the phone, cam torch needed to scan the code. While I’m scrolling the drinks list – the bar staff just ask what i want. Ok.. so i held up the phone and pointed out two cocktails – a lunara and a sana please – am i pronouncing that right?

Matt arrived as the drinks were coming out – we were promised a booth – but end up being seated on a side couch, right next to the toilets (exciting).

Looking around, there’s only one cool fake plant section on the walls with neon poetry writing (big fan) but it doesn’t exactly scream: “Sultan’s house right here”.

We ordered dips and meat on sticks for dinner – and wow it was quite the spread. Thank goodness a booth opened up and we could take the platter to a table (and probably the third round of those nummy cocktails).

My favourite photo was Matt’s aerial view before we ate it all..

After 9pm the lights dim even more, DJs make the music LOUDER and it’s a bit of a nightclub vibe.

For a valley rooftop bar – i recommend going during sunshine. Painted murals just fade in to the dark. The food and drinks were delish, just don’t study the walls.

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