Mr Mista

Mid-way through my bar challenge, I was averaging a new bar every week, so my Facebook feed was looking pretty boozy and co-workers were beginning to ask questions.

Mr Mista was not my first choice of M bar, but it was time for a mate’s catch up and to own my new piss head image.

It was a Saturday night and there was a booking made like grown-ups and everything. Inside the bar was dark, but with hot pink neon lighting (my favourite) I wandered in, looked at cool artwork around the walls, but felt the staff rushed me to the table. Sit. Sit. Order drinks. (Ok, I was gonna anyway)

One Vin Diesel please (all the cocktails had celebrity names) Vin was a bit too lemony and not enough whisky for my liking. So tried a Jack Black, he was whisky with ginger, but still not satisfying.. these drinks seemed more ice than flavour.

OK the third cocktail was a winner – James Dean was yummy yummy, and also a delicious bourbon, lime & orange drink. 

We ordered the 4 course banquet, with spring rolls, rice paper rolls and pork bao on charcoal buns – I remember because I got the black sticky bun dough all in my teeth and had to excuse myself from the table.

There is only ONE LOO, ladies. So really picked my teeth waiting in line for the mirror (I know I’m pretty classy) By the time beef massaman comes to the table we’re quite full of very tasty dishes. My compliments to the chef.

Food: Soooo much food, worth the moolah though

Drinks: More miss than hit

Atmosphere: Magic

4 fancy chicks