Manana Cafe
- When you've been to as many bars and clubs as I have it's easy to get jaded. The same old formulas, faces and I've-seen-it-all-before feeling. Imagine my astonishment then when I chanced upon this anarchic den of debauchery in little old Wroclaw Poland. A mix of sassy students, glamour pusses and moustachioed lotharios pack Manana's bar and cut loose on the makeshift dancefloor, until way after dawn, whilst a vast mock up of Botticelli's Venus smirks approvingly (her son, Cupid, has normally done her proud by now). Two let downs are the lack of variety on the music front (I'll eat my ironic day-glo vizor if the DJ doesn't play 'It don't mean a thing if you ain't got that swing.'), and the staff. Getting a smile out of the barmaids should be attempted only by Tom Cruise accompanied by a Lalo Schifrin theme tune. Mind you I'd be miserable too if I had to work whilst everyone else is having the time of their lives... Hasta luego Manana!
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