I've always had a thing for disco balls.
Maybe it's the way that they captivate me with their multiple mirrored surfaces like catnip. They draw me in and stimulate all the right areas of my brain. I cannot stop staring. Attention Deficit Heroin.
That's probably what drew me in here. That, and the fact that they're probably the only place near the fancypants boutique hotels in the old port who happen to have their kitchen open past 10pm.
And what a kitchen it is. Awesome tapas.
The place fills up with young professional types. The atmosphere is warm, friendly and inviting without being too abrasive or in your face. There wasn't dancing when we were there, but methinks that it was just about to break out.
You cannot argue with a well stocked bar that happens to have delicious food.
I have no idea what the disco ball was all about.
I cannot get the spinny shiny sugar out of my head.