So I have a little teeny streak of the Fear Of Missing Out syndrome.
Get me right, my FOMO is nowhere near as bad as for some of the other representatives of my generation. However, certain places I will become semi obsessed with purely because more people than one have checked in there on Facebook. OK, so maybe I have a decent amount of FOMO in me.
W Lounge is one of those places. No real idea what type of place it was, but the other children were playing with it so obviously I needed it.
All said and done, on my 29th birthday and being in the area Hell's Bells and I had to pop in there.
We started off by not finding the bar. Why do hotels not just mark it on the stupid lift buttons? Ground floor, first floor, second floor, alcohol, fourth floor. It should not have to be so god damn difficult.
It may be that this was in the middle of the afternoon and the great vibe they're known for was not quite up to speed. But I really couldn't quite see what the fuss was about. Yes, it's a very chic venue, great art work and really well considered interiors, but the way people have talked this place up lately - I was expecting something a bit more edgy.
Never the less, it was the first glass of rose wine for the season which means it is now officially spring and for this we thank W Lounge.
After our wine and about a million Agrinion olives we were ready to head off and wrap up a day of festivities. On the way out I spotted their Rock'n'Roll themed afternoon tea and now I will definitely be making another appearance at W Lounge.
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| Hell's Bells and a the W collection of fabulous plates |
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| Welcome spring! |
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