This bar takes a whimsical journey to a more civilised time, when the grass (though faux) was greener, the tennis shorts were tighter and the Pimms flowed freely.
Madame Brussels, named after the Melbourne brothel owner and entrepreneur from the 1830s, is a trip down the garden path into a world of whimsy, wonder and fruit punch. Humble tennis whites teamed with a Pimms No. 1 are the preferred accessories, as waiters and waitresses serve up the best table service and rose this side of Italy.
In this "Venetian palazzo collides with Lacoste"-inspired atmosphere, one will find creeping vines running the walls, while ladies sporting resplendent party frocks laze on wicker furniture (resting on faux grass), with wine glass in hand.
Keep well-informed about upcoming happenings at this quirky haunt; past and present events range from DIY sewing classes, garden party barbecues, seasonal punches and live music jams, to whisky and chocolate matching, art for dummies and a host of other equally idiosyncratic ways to pass the time.
Of course, if you want a low-key gathering you can always slip onto the terrace with a jug of sangria, and a handful of cupcakes. Gorgeous!
At first glance Madame Brussels may appear a little camp and cliche. But, as a friend of mine once said, "I can resist everything, except temptation", and Madame Brussels is temptation personified.
Mark Gambino
