1/5 Alexandra V. 10 months ago on Google
Yesterday,
I
left
the
place
wondering
myself
if
accidentally
I
haven’t
had
a
time
travel
back
to
the
40’s
darkest
times.
Let’s
start
with
the
beginning:
upon
our
arrival
we
asked
for
the
bar
menu,
the
waiter
said
there
aren’t
any
(???).
I
asked
him
how
I’m
supposed
to
know
what
bottles
he
has
and
what
he
can
offer,
very
offended
he
replied
I
have
to
ask
him.
Ok.
I
asked
for
the
champagne,
he
gave
the
brands
but
not
the
prices
(???).
When
I
told
him
I’d
like
to
know
the
prices,
annoyed
and
full
of
despise,
he
went
to
check
on
the
till
to
give
the
information.
He
only
gave
one
starting
price
but
whatever,
we
had
reasons
to
celebrate
so
we
order
our
bottle.
As
no
tables
were
available
so
we
stood
at
the
bar
(myself,
my
husband,
and
my
cousins).
When
we
ordered
the
second
bottle,
as
they
had
no
idea
if
they
accept
Amex
payment,
the
waiter
made
a
test
with
a
bottle
of
water
which
he
was
now
obliged
to
charge
me.
Took
me
5
minutes
to
convince
him
to
cancel
the
water
(I
NEVER
ASKED
FOR)
and
only
sell
me
the
bottle
of
champagne.
(By
the
way,
I
found
the
menu
online
today,
they
overcharged
the
bottle
which
explains
why
they
refused
to
give
the
receipt).
In
the
meantime,
a
nasty
drunk
middle
aged
guy
tried
to
hit
on
the
girls.
My
husband
told
him
nicely
to
stay
at
acceptable
distance,
he
stopped
for
5
minutes,
then
tried
again,
getting
closer
and
closer.
My
cousin
asks
him
to
leave
her
alone,
without
any
success.
He
had
that
dirty
look
and
behaviour
which
makes
you
navigate
in
between
anger
and
disgust.
After
long
minutes
of
negotiation
while
he
was
explaining
us
why
we
shouldn’t
be
offended
when
he
puts
his
hands
on
us,
I
stepped
in,
warned
him
to
leave
the
girls
alone:
hands
off,
no
talk,
stay
away!
My
husband
was
about
to
interfere
also
as
my
request
wasn’t
acceptable
for
him.
Apparently,
that
guy
was
friend
with
the
waiter
which
called
the
bouncer
on
us.
He
arrived
and
asks
us
to
move
away,
to
go
somewhere
else.
I
went
to
talk
with
him,
asking
if
he
finds
normal
to
tell
people
to
move
away
because
of
a
shameless
drunk
man.
And
form
here
everything
went
down
to
hill:
he
stood
up
(he’s
over
two
meters
tall),
became
aggressive
and
said
“of
course
it’s
normal,
it’s
a
club.
What
do
you
expect?
They
are
men
and
have
needs.
If
you
stay
there
it
means
you
love
the
attention
he
gives
you,
it’s
up
to
you
go
somewhere
else.
Now
disappear
I
have
better
things
to
do
than
listen
to
you!”
As
I
wasn’t
executing
his
orders
fast
enough
and
still
was
trying
to
make
my
point,
he
pushed
me
and
threatened
my
husband
and
I.
I
understood
I
couldn’t
get
anywhere
with
this
person,
and
left.
To
resume,
this
place
agrees
that
men
have
all
rights
while
women
should
just
be
pretty
and
shut
up.
We
have
to
accept
men
running
their
hands
over
our
body
while
no
one
interfere.
We
have
to
understand
that
if
we
dance
it
means
we
search
for
attention.
And
if
we
are
really
bothered
about
pushy
pervs
twice
older
than
us,
we
are
the
ones
who
should
go
somewhere
else.
They
remain
kings
and
we
are
just
objects
for
their
pleasure.
The
staff’s
behaviour
is
dangerous
and
inappropriate,
they
fail
to
make
you
feel
safe
into
their
club,
even
more,
they
are
a
bigger
threat
than
the
others.
