. . . I wouldn’t return there if you paid me!
On leaving dinner tonight at Eddy’s, I decided to walk over to check out “Pablo.” It was about 10 PM. I was met at the entrance to the first floor bar by a very large Black man — perhaps a former linebacker of the NFL. “Valery,” as I recall. He clearly intended to block me from going into the bar. When I said that I’d like to see the restaurant & bar, he indicated that the restaurant was upstairs.
I was reminded of a scene in “Casablanca” when Rick, of the eponymous club bearing his name, told a fellow seeking entry into its casino, “You’re lucky [the restaurant] is open to you.” When I told this apparent bouncer that I’d like to meet the manager, he said, “I’m the Manager.” I said that I’m a journalist & would like to see the bar AND restaurant so as to write about them. He demanded to know what publications I write for & more about me. Giving him a rundown of my CV (nearly 50 years on the island, a former hotel owner, & owner of a Villa for 25+ years), he stepped aside & allowed me to go into the bar, without a word of welcome.
The bar . . .
The bar on the second floor in the dining room . . .
Scenes in the dining room . . .
From the street . . .
Res ipsa loquitur.
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On leaving dinner tonight at Eddy’s, I decided to walk over to check out “Pablo.” It was about 10 PM. I was met at the entrance to the first floor bar by a very large Black man — perhaps a former linebacker of the NFL. “Valery,” as I recall. He clearly intended to block me from going into the bar. When I said that I’d like to see the restaurant & bar, he indicated that the restaurant was upstairs.
I was reminded of a scene in “Casablanca” when Rick, of the eponymous club bearing his name, told a fellow seeking entry into its casino, “You’re lucky [the restaurant] is open to you.” When I told this apparent bouncer that I’d like to meet the manager, he said, “I’m the Manager.” I said that I’m a journalist & would like to see the bar AND restaurant so as to write about them. He demanded to know what publications I write for & more about me. Giving him a rundown of my CV (nearly 50 years on the island, a former hotel owner, & owner of a Villa for 25+ years), he stepped aside & allowed me to go into the bar, without a word of welcome.
The bar . . .
The bar on the second floor in the dining room . . .
Scenes in the dining room . . .
From the street . . .
Res ipsa loquitur.
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