size matters and here's one sure bar that counts

Following the trail of blood red carpet you'll be led down a flight of grand stairs and into a dimly lit but exquisitly decorated foyer where your hostess awaits you. To your left, an informal dining area abutts the sumptuous sushi station, where raw fish and seaweed wraps are delicately presented - enough to tantelize your tastebuds merely by the sight. As the flames of the candles dance you are swept down a narrow breezeway that is lined by linen sofas, marble highlights and luminous crimson drapery, similar to that of a harem. At the back and beyond, lies an exclusive bar for private affairs, cordoned off again by a sheer crimson curtain. You'll make a 360 and head back toward your starting point, however this time you walk beside the bar, that long long bar, 50 something metres of it. The bar segregates an upper and lower service area, to the upper are small boudoirs sectioned off by sheer curtains and the lower, well down here it's all a fluster of cocktail shakers, chit chat and being apart of the friendly banter.

 

What to expect on a Friday evening? As you'd expect in most taverns around any city, many single lads and ladies, corporate types and an impromptue perve. At capacity, you could expect to bump into nearly 400 faces, familiar or not so. The space is loud and lively, vibrant and assured. A talking point among new aquaintences.

By far one of my favourite settings in marvellous Melbourne for a mid week cocktail with the girls. The Long Room oozes expensive luxuries with horned chandeliers to boot, a nice fit to its classic Collins Street location - it glows with an exotic mystique and hypnotises you from the moment you enter.