September 8, 2008
Mmm, I’m Not So Sure About This One.
So Saturday night I found myself at Wadda in Claremont, which is around the corner from Tin Roof. I was there to celebrate the life of “Dangerous D” – he wasn’t dead or anything, it was his birthday – but the celebration of his life was to be held there.
I remember being at Wadda in the past, and having a pretty decent fist of it. There was that infamous night where we took the red ropey thing they use at the entrance, put it down The Gupster’s pants, and made it seem as if he had a giant red penis. Quality humour right there.
There was also the time Bazza The Barry managed to piss off Protea cricket captain Graeme Smith, by repeatedly referring to him as “Hansie”, and insisting that he explain exactly how the devil made him do it.
So ja, I’ve had decent memories of Wadda. On this occasion I had a few problems with the place though. Here with some of my gripes:
1) No Toilets
I’m sure I’ve noticed this in the past, but it was made abundantly clear on Saturday night, when I had to make a number 2 in one of the urinals, which made the other bathrooms users rather uncomfortable. Why don’t you have toilets, Wadda? What about the guys that need to poo or throw up, as well as the shy ones who don’t like flashing their winkies at the other boys. Get some cubicles in there asap.
2) Bar Essentials
I asked the barman for a “Double Jameson. Neat”. He responded by putting ice in my glass, then seemed confused that I wanted a whiskey without ice, lime, or coke. I didn’t really mind that though, as I assumed he didn’t hear me correctly. What really pissed me off was the fact that Wadda doesn’t have any whiskey tumblers at the bar. I had to drink my Jameson in a beer glass, which made me look like a chop. Why do you want me to look like a chop, Wadda? I suggest getting some whiskey tumblers pronto.
Last but not least, there seemed to have been an abundance of youngish looking kids there. I’m sure they were all legal as the security were pretty tight on ID’s etc. Is that the market Wadda is aiming at now though? Last time I was there they seemed to be attracting the type of folk that would usually go to Tiger Tiger, but didn’t feel like missioning up all those stairs. ie: Early twenties, pretty with just a hint of skankiness, acquired from their student days at Tin Roof. Some of the kids on Saturday looked old enough to be my grandchildren, which made me feel old and dirty, especially when I was busy grinding up against that blonde upstairs. (Ha ha, jokes – The Girlfriend would cut my toes off)
Anyway, sort yourself out Wadda. Get all your shit together.
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