A Middle Eastern retreat of Moroccan snacks and cheeky cocktails invites drinkers to drop everything and sink into a world of exotic luxury.
Amid the hustle and bustle of Balaclava rests an oasis of delectable food and stimulating alcohol. The aptly named Pause bar is just that; a chance to put the day on hold, unwind and watch the world go by.
The large communal table is made for conversation, with many a local wearing out the seat of their favourite stool. After a few drinks at this table, there's no such thing as a stranger. And with a few more after that, there's no such thing as being single.
The decor of the bar smacks of Mediterranean opulence - low tables with plush lounge seating and an emir's ransom in cushions, with slight overtones of the Egyptian scenes from
The Spy Who Loved Me (this author's favourite Bond flick). The solitary alcove under the stairs offers the most private of settings for any affaire de coeur.
The food available has a Moroccan fusion style. Although the number of dishes is small, each is quite unique in flavour and ingredients. Take the house-made dukkah, served with fresh goat's cheese, lemon oil and toasted pide. These simple combinations are made to stimulate all the senses. Such is the pleasure of spending a night at Pause.
Mark Gambino
