Cheeky Rosie


To avoid getting in a rut, (as Chris put it) when we were told about a different type of place that was good on a Friday night that catered for more of Sean's 'X plop' type of music, we decided to give it a go; and to keep Sean happy if nothing else. Looking at the map we decide it was going to be a taxi job so when we piled into one outside the hotel and asked for the place as the Emerson guys had called it we were starting to get a bit suspicious when the taxi driver didn't seem to have a clue were we were on about. Turned out it was (as always) the accent problem and its pronounced Sheeko Hozer in Brazilian. 
       The place is a modern, plastic and glass bar / restaurant, with a private parking lot next to it with people on the gates ready to take R$10 (~£3) off you quicker that look at you ; the sort you see in Ibiza and other similar parts. It had very uncomfortable plastic chairs, glass topped tables and large screen tv's on the walls. Despite all the bouncers milling around the entrance, we strolled right in and took up a suitable vantage point (with our backs to the wall) down by the front of the main open area.  First contact with the waiters was quick enough and beer and 'snacks' were ordered in favor of a full blown meal and we settled in for a few hours. 
3 things very quickly became apparent :- 
1.The music was crap.
(Chris).... endless house/garage/moron dumshee dumshee stuff . They were playing a DVD of some rave in Holland, where a load of people crowded into a large shed to watch a guy play his records. The needle seemed to have stuck on most of them. This stuff is awful, mostly fabricated by pasty-faced onanists on a laptop, in between drooling and fiddling with their X-box......I have one rule with music: if they can't be bothered to give it a tune, I can't be bothered to listen. So there!
      I of course had the same opinion but knew it was going to be like this and had gone along for the ride. Sean on the other hand loved it.


2. If you weren't female the waiters didn't want to know. In all the bars, the bottles of beer are served in a bucket of ice with the tops on till you need it. Most waiters will open a fresh bottle for you and top it up as he walks past even if your not one of his table. The don't give you a bottle opener so this is how it works. These snotty little gits didn't even want to know when you waved and finally managed to call them over. Very annoying. 


3. Toilets. These were not far from us which was good. Inside was a communal wash basin and only 2 toilets which was bad. There must have been a couple of hundred people in the place (and it was early) and only 2 toilets. Plus when it did start to get busy you couldn't get to either of them cos the place was crowded with woman engrossed in the usual woman's toilet past time of talking to each other via the mirrors. Its no fun queuing for a toilet with 6 bottles of beer inside you. 


Things did get a bit better when they changed all the screens to show various Red Bull Sporting events from around the world. This stopped the music, and of course there was now an increasing flow of young very well-turned out Beautiful Brazilian Babes, (as Chris puts it) coming through the door, but we had to be up at 5am next day for a 6am start, so come close to midnight we dragged Sean out; past the ques of people waiting to get in and taxi'd back to the hotel and bed.