Churchill’s great grandson once told BarChick that if he wanted to get a lady’s knickers off then a date at Crazy Bear wouldn’t disappoint, so BarChick met her date there with anticipation…
Descending the copper trimmed staircase BarChick was met by a crazy cave of seating, brass, tables and garish alcoves. It’ll take your eyes a while to adjust to the bustling space, and despite the dim ambience, shades might be wise to counteract all that surface shine. The sunken bronzed bar is impressive and the hostesses are sexy. Dress like a tart and you’ll be just fine, but get the balance between leg and chest just right, you don’t want to look like you can’t afford the sobering prices.
Taking a seat on what looked like a glazed marshmallow, BarChick’s date disappeared to the loo, and disappear he did. If you’re familiar with the 80s classic Labyrinth then you should be able to conquer the mirrored maze, if not it is highly recommended that you either watch it before or take your drink because you’ll be there till your date comes to find you.
The cocktail menu is long and complex, if you can think over the music examine it, if not stick to the classics or make like a baller and order a bottle of Bolly.
Let’s just say this place lived up to all expectations you crazy, crazy bear.