Ah, Ivy. They say that if you were not the Ivy, you have not actually seen Sydney's nightlife. Well, I was at the Ivy and it certainly is the embodiment of Sydney: a large, expensive, and filled with options for what you want your night to be
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Ivy is definitely not a club, and it's not a bar - for one thing, it is divided into two parts. Describe the Ivy in all its vastness of the mission on its own: when I was walking around, I'm sure I lost more than one location, and somehow always ended up somewhere new. entry point tucked behind the store on George Street (which is the entry I went out) house two options: left, guests at the Den, Bar Ivy, Ivy Lounge, while walking straight ahead you will see find the elevators that go to the Pool Club Changeroom, and penthouses. It's always great to try both, but on a hot summer night I found a pool club and Changeroom be my ideal starting place. From there, I somehow managed to work their way through the Ivy Bar, Den, and the Ivy Lounge before stumbling across the Penthouse of the pure case. No matter where I was, it always felt like a new space to be discovered - and Ivy newcomers should beware: getting to know all the places one can see that you are kicked out of the floors with its own functions, or just stared at the staff, because you is closed in the restaurant or just part of the staff.
Now, while all well and good to want to sit at the Ivy for a meal, I must say that I really never felt any compulsion to. For me, Ivy is the place to be when I want to enjoy the night, and fine dining is certainly not included in beverages are already priced well above average. Like everything else in Sydney, Ivy has a tendency to overprice everything. I made the mistake of not going to pre-drink before arriving here, and two drinks later I was flat from the cash. While a nice cocktail, $ 10 for beer is really uncalled for and definitely a case of "we're going to make this more expensive, because we can. " The staff is also a bit hit-and-miss: I enjoyed talking with people at the door, but the staff and bartenders were definitely a disappointment. In a place like the Ivy, I would expect the peak of the high quality of service and was instead greeted with a sense of condescension and ridiculous wait times that definitely did not give him welcoming atmosphere.
With that being said, Ivy does not surely give a great atmosphere in the side of the staff - the décor is very chic classic (though sometimes arrogant and outrageous in places like the Den), and there is always a massive crowd, which means that energy is constantly pulsating through each area. number of people who like rock and the Ivy is like a lottery - people from every age bracket, every walk of life, and so on. girls are beautiful and the guys are rich, making it the perfect place to be if you want a dose of California or NYC right here in Australia. However, with beauty and money comes prétention, and it is not surprising that many guests can be rude and obnoxious if you want. Music also has a variety to: abrasives of various rooms of different rhythms, such as Changeroom that cranks up hip hop and RnB. real idea of the Ivy is that you're constantly discovering new places, and therefore a new discovery comes a new place that you want to come back the next time.
But no matter what I say, when it comes down to it ... can not be described in all its essence. This is one of those places you just need to go on - even if you go only once - just to see what the fuss is all about. Just remember to have pre-drinks in advance, or you'll probably end up spending a whole week of earnings for one night on this.