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Landing in our city via Singapore, NY, Miami and London, Pangaea is less a rich man's club and more a trophy wife bejeweled from head to toe. This extravagant international brand might draw in an elite crowd due to its novelty factor, but the bonhomie isn't contagious. Founder Michael Ault is known for his popular club concepts, but this Indian collaboration is an almost OTT affair with confused murals, giant chandeliers and bright lights highlighting blue sofas and velvet curtains. Replacing the ill-dated F Bar, this super exclusive party lounge can host over 400 people with its 20 VIP tables and two long bars. The music is a potpourri of popular dance genres (read commercial, Bollywood and cheesy hits) and on the night we visited, a Rs 1500 non-redeemable entry fee was being charged for those who hadn't reserved a table, which start from around Rs 75,000 and go up to 4 lakhs! Known for their bottle service, Pangaea's menu might feature the best spirits, but there is no sign of signature cocktails and on quieter nights, the bartenders seem too sleepy to function. Wednesdays are ladies night, while Fridays host DJ's like Kaskade and Max Vangeli. The only fun thing we took away from this club was its danceable surfaces where everything you stand on becomes a dance floor. Besides that, Pangaea won't see us migrating anytime soon!
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O Bar sounds promising on paper but doesn’t quite seem to get things right in real life. While the ambience of the space is interesting, that’s mostly to do with the location rather than any decor skills. On the day of our visit, the way to their terrace was so dark that we almost tripped on the first step. This terrace is usually where DJ’s play on gig nights, but nothing explains its eerie demeanour. In contrast, the music was way too loud for a place that had just 10 other people there, including the staff. Despite the empty place and the more than ample time the servers must have, there was no one to seat us. So much so that 10 minutes after we seated ourselves, we finally had to go find a waiter to get us a menu and maybe a drink. We expected things to get better after this, but it only went downhill. What we were handed was a food menu that was dirty and torn in places, and a bar menu that was printed out on an A4 sheet haphazardly. That was perhaps the final draw. We’ve been told they serve hookah as well, and they are usually more folks here on gig nights, but for now, OBar left us underwhelmed.
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