| First impressions count. I walked
into Bar 38 with this in mind, went up to the bar and asked for a 99 with
crushed nuts. That's right - my first impression was that I'd walked into
an ice cream parlour. Don't ask me why. It's actually a very spruce place,
with subtle, fluctuating lighting which means one minute you're bathed in
a pastel green radiance which slowly merges into a blood red sunset. Or
something like that. Overall impression is of smooth, trendy, Smooth, Trendy.
It's so "with it", that they have York's first unisex toilet (if
you don't count Micklegate.) You can drink on their terrace overlooking
the Ouse, order up some tapas,
pose vacantly at the bar, fall down their centrepiece staircase and muse
that if the Pitcher and Piano next door changed their lighting effects,
well, you couldn't really tell the difference between there and here. |