GATHER ROUND, and let me tell you a tale of a CHICK who walked into a bar…
Once upon an evening, she set off in search of the PERFECT bar>
The first place she found was nearly empty, the music barely a whisper, and the bartender indifferent. One sip of her drink, and she knew—”Too boring.”
The next bar was the opposite—crowded, chaotic, and way too loud. The drinks were overpriced, and the bartender barely noticed her.
She dodged a spilled cocktail and slipped back out the door. “Too wild.”
AND THEN: she found it—a chill rooftop bar strung with fairy lights, where the music was lively but not deafening, and the bartenders chatted effortlessly.
THIS was Goldilocks bar>
NESTLED in the heart of the Melbourne CBD.
Granted, Chick had to take the magical elevator (that mysteriously only went to LEVEL 4), then CLIMB the legendary stairs, and confess she did NOT have a booking… BUT that ROOFTOP oasis was WORTH IT.
She found a seat at a communal table, ordered a beer and spring rolls, and sank into the atmosphere with a contented sigh.
“This place is JUST RIGHT,” she thought, sipping her drink while swirling spring rolls in sauce.
The city lights shimmered below, laughter floated through the air, and for the first time that night, she felt perfectly at ease.
She didn’t even question the TAROT cards scattered around or the wobbliness of the table. Some things were better left with an air of MYSTERY
And so, with a full belly and a contented heart, she bid farewell to Goldilocks Bar..
Would she return? Time will tell.
BUT one thing’s for sure: they all lived happily ever after—at least until last call.
4 out of 5 magical chicks for this bar.
