You see, I was at a dance party with friends when the girl of my dreams approached. I’d been longing for her for months, obsessed over her ski jump nose. I’d also never had the guts to ask her out.
“Kiss me,” she said, looking me right in the eyes.
I peered at her carefully, certain there must be some mistake. After all, my hearing was shot and it seemed so incomprehensible to me.
”Excuse me?” I asked like a schmuck.
“Kiss me,” she repeated. This time I studied the movement of her lips, I was almost certain I understood her meaning … but it was so loud, and I couldn’t shake my neurotic doubt.
Plus I might have been on more than just alcohol.
“Excuse me?” I asked again.
The girl of my dreams looked at me curiously, realising there was something seriously wrong with me.
“Never mind,” she said, walking swiftly away.
I heard that clearly enough.
Fast forward 15 years and I’m finally back, this time with my Fijian bodyguard. My hearing’s now worse and I’m still a schmuck, but the place has changed dramatically.
Each floor now has a cultivated dive bar feel, which sounds more cynical than I mean it to be since I actually like it here. It doesn’t feel pretentious, it doesn’t feel shabby, and for a former backpacker hangout this is actually a fun place to be. However, the highlight is the rooftop bar largely because of the quality of the cocktails (in fact, I’m only here because a bartender I know recommended I check it out).
I order the negroni with cherry bitters while the Fijian goes for the Sammy lee mojito (10 cane rum, apple schnapps, mint, lime, cherry bitters, sparkling wine). I expected the mojito to be a gamble at best, but it works – it’s fresh and not as sweet as I’d feared. Meanwhile, my mojito is perfect – strong, balanced and nuanced.
The décor aims to be funky/rustic, with an old wooden bench with a vice, bird cages hanging from the ceiling, wooden boxes behind the bar holding drinks and, of course, there’s the balcony that overlooks the Cross. Furthermore, a DJ’s playing surprisingly good dance music (considering I’m not a dance music fan).
Overall there’s a friendly vibe and a relatively low-meat-head quotient amongst the men and a high attractiveness quotient amongst the women. None, however, sport a cute ski jump nose, nor do any ask to kiss me. I complain about this to the Fijian, who suggests another negroni might soothe my schmuck soul.
I suspect he might be right.
Kings Cross Hotel, 244-248 William Street, Kings Cross. Open every day until late. See the Kings X Hotel website
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