It's another of the 'Lebanese' bars. Sure, other people occassionally go, but on the whole the bulk of the patrons are Lebanese, and management seems to want to keep it that way.

The other Lebanese venues are La Cigale and the W hotel.

I'm kind of glad all the Lebanese people socialise in the same venues, rather than spreading them evenly throughout town. There's only so many older women who have squeezed themselves into skin tight jeans, plastered their faces with make up and piled on 30cm of hair on their heads that I want to see in an evening.

And don't get me started on fat men who refuse to button up their shirts and who have soaked their thining hair in engine oil for that slick, greasy look.