Out with James C
August 16, 2002
Yet it’s this that has effectively guaranteed a capacity crowd every Saturday since it’s opening.
In an effort to cast off those premature autumn blues I headed off for a taste of the Med.
We arrived close to 9pm and already giggling groups had begun to huddle and chat, with a few brave pioneers already taking those large steps on to the dance area.
You often find those who endeavour to strut their stuff so early provide the most laughs – perhaps not intentionally but nevertheless genuinely funny.
As the groups of guys gather around the most scantily attired ladies, the ladies in turn perform alluring (supposedly) dance routines.
All of which seems perfectly natural and well placed in the liberal ambience of Bar Med.
A relatively short hour later, the resident population had doubled at least and the bar ran thick with clubbers jostling for that vital beer, alcho-pop or Babysham.
Unless you’re prepared for an utter invasion of your personal space due to the sheer capacity of the crowd you may – like me – be tempted to leave relatively early. Which I liked to think was a sign of my sophistication and not my age.
Bar Med is a great venue for a night of pure unadulterated fun, yet if it’s quiet reposed relaxation you’re after – forget it.