Hard Rock Hotel

I've been a fan of Madge ever since I can remember. I used to have the cassettes of her very first albums, straight from the 'Holiday' days, graduating to 'True Blue' and 'Like a Virgin' and then 'Like a Prayer' and I even did a 'Bedtime Story'. I was reduced to opera-like tears when I heard her rendition of Don't Cry For Me Argentina... and I was giggling in bubblegum glee when she went all Material Girl. Madge is the Indisputable Queen of Pop - I am sooooooo Hung Up on her! :)

This was then the (very blurry) Hall of Fame at the Hard Rock Cafe, of which Madge is a part - together with Bono and who I think is a very young Billy Idol up there. The occassion was the birthday party of a dear little boy, so the rest of us dear little boys decided to go and drink ourselves silly in a way that our dear little mothers would surely have disapproved. And I was also taking dear little drunken photographs of the gigantic arty-farty chandelier that was hanging from the reeeeeaaalllly high ceiling - a bit of artful photoshop strokes and filters and here you have a suitably arty-farty blemished representation of the same -


And then of course, there was the very surreal snap of the Alice Cooper outfit - note to self: must wear a tuz over leather pants and vest at next basement S&M party. Nothing else will do.


Hard Rock Review:
The place is completely fantastic - great music that keeps you jiving at the bar for hours with your drink, even though the seating area may be full. Little chance of that happening though - the place is huge, situated as it is in an absolutely cavernous erstwhile mill in Worli - and chances are, you'll be telling the head steward to postpone your table reservation for just a feeeewwww minutes more while you keep on rocking at the bar. The decor is very TGIF - but bigger and better, with loads of rock and pop memorabilia strung around The prices are on the higher side (just like TGIF) but seems worth it. And if you're a sap for old world goofiness, you have the entire band of waiters getting up on the bar space and dancing to Y-M-C-A. A rip-roaring time!