5/5 Mark O' D. 1 year ago on Google
Some
places
in
the
world
defy
logic
when
it
comes
to
making
people
feel
good.
Bar
San
Remo
is
one
of
those
places.
If
you
like
well-priced
booze,
fun-loving
folks
and
a
pool
table
that
attracts
the
biggest
sharks
in
town,
then
this
is
your
place.
You
could
simultaneously
play
darts
with
a
Norwegian
boat
engineer
or
be
serenaded
by
the
dulcet
tones
of
an
Italian
artist.
Either
way,
you're
going
to
wake
up
with
a
head
full
of
more
questions
than
answers.
A
bit
like
the
Bermuda
triangle,
there's
a
cosmic
energy
that
might
make
you
pack
it
all
in
and
move
to
Las
Palmas
to
sell
pineapple,
coconut
and
melon
on
the
beach.
It's
frenetic,
magnetic
and
full
of
divilry
that
would
tempt
even
Mother
Teresa
to
take
a
perch
on
one
of
their
high
stools.
The
staff
are
magicians;
conjuring
potions
that
make
the
arrogant
man
sound
all
the
more
charitable,
the
quiet
woman
sing
'Mamma
Mia'
louder
than
the
crash
of
the
Atlantic
waves
against
the
Canadian
coast
and
the
most
aesthetically-challenged
look
like
a
Greek
god
or
goddess.
I
recommend
a
taste
of
the
legendary
owner's
own
tipple:
Minttu.
An
elixir
that
could
probably
bring
the
dead
back
to
life;
your
mouth
will
be
fresher
than
Listerine
and
throat
soothed
like
getting
a
hug
from
your
grandmother.
So
what
are
you
waiting
for?
Come
one,
come
all.
There's
something
in
the
air
for
the
shy,
lonely
or
inquisitive.
Mooooooore
Reeeeeemo.