Dot Bar's a cosy little spot, although space is scarce, everything from the prices, the infectious cheeriness, the absurd brilliance of the cocktails and the view all more than merit your time for an evening of quiet roadside intoxication. Musically, it’s one of the best bars I’ve found in Hanoi, eschewing the full-frontal EDM auditory-assault that stains the Old Quarter.
At #HOTTAB we have the whole afternoon to ourselves. As it happens… Walking into the office on Tuesday morning at 07:55, after the long weekend, the quiet tiredness looms in the air. Pale, tired faces look up from the desks as people walk into the office looking like White Walkers. This is going to be […]
Ordinarily I’ve found places like this back in the UK to be able to smell the uninitiated coming through the door and noses are raised like gun barrels for sneering down and their air is thick with condescension. “Are you lost, sir? Wetherspoons is down the road.” Fortunately, this is Hanoi and such hoity-toity, paper-doily bullshit just doesn’t fly here. Folks at Furbrew are friendly, decent and accepting – even of smelly reprobates like me who lack a deeper appreciation for the fine art of beer consumption.
I’ve drank some strange concoctions in my time, but never in all my nicotine-stained years have I seen such an ostentatious cocktail constructed with such mathematical precision. It must’ve taken the heart of a poet and the mind of a scientist to devise and pull off such a bold feat. What’s more, it was unconscionably delightful – people have killed for lesser sensations.