I am quite cautious about where I choose to sit for a drink or a dinner. Although I place a strong emphasis on quality, nothing deserves more disdain than a place without a sense of ambience or aesthetic, that is the reason why I tend to favor futuristic high-end restaurants and bars. I have been to enough cities to know the difference between places that earn your attention and those that beg for it.
Here is a list of places that earned my attention, some for personal reasons rather than their design alone, I must admit.

The man I was with was very talkative about his new Ponzi-like business. I sort of zoned out after a couple of minutes, which gave me time that felt like an eternity to observe the surroundings. I’ve been back twice since. Alone, which was better.

My husband was in a meeting for six hours. I was here for five. As I was so extraordinarily bored, I started counting the boats on the harbour below. I reached forty seven before the Negroni arrived, which was, I’ll admit, exceptionally good. That helped.

The woman at the next table was explaining Web3 to someone who clearly didn’t care. I learned things, against my will.

A man at the bar was trying very hard to appear as though he wasn’t trying at all. I’ve seen it enough times to find it almost endearing. Almost. I stayed two hours longer than planned.

I came here once with someone who talked through the entire thing. I haven’t spoken to them since, which has nothing to do with this bar and everything to do with who they were as a person. Silencio is perfect. They were not.

My husband had a meeting with someone I’ve never been introduced to, which tells you everything you need to know. I found Henshin by accident. The aesthetic was surprisingly considered, the kind of restraint that costs money. I had two drinks and left before dinner.

The Yamazaki 18 here is served at precisely the right temperature. I’ve ordered it four times across three visits. Each time, correct. I don’t know what that says about me but I’ve stopped asking.

Someone brought me here. The music was the kind that makes you wonder what decisions led you to this moment. The crowd was enthusiastic in a way I find exhausting. And yet, the view over KL at night is genuinely something, and the bartender, bless him, made me laugh exactly once with something I didn’t expect. I’ve never gone back. I think about the view occasionally.

I do not go to Las Vegas. I was there for fourteen hours for reasons I’ve chosen not to examine. The bar is better than it deserves to be : dark marble, brass, someone clearly overruled the interior decorator. A man next to me ordered a bottle of Cristal to celebrate closing a deal on something I didn’t ask about. He winked at me. I did not wink back. The cocktail was, objectively, excellent. I took a car to the airport at 3am and felt nothing.

My husband suggested we stay somewhere else. I didn’t respond. We stayed here. On the last evening I went up to the rooftop alone, glass on all sides, London doing what London does, which is exist loudly and without apology. I had a drink I don’t remember and thought about something I don’t remember. It was fine. More than fine. I booked again for March.