Excellent
7 reviews
Nice environment, suitable for drinking with friends after get off work, the wine list is very thoughtful
The retro green color of this restaurant's entrance is absolutely stunning; it's incredibly photogenic when the lights come on at night. 📸 Inside, they play jazz music at just the right volume—not too loud at all. My friend and I could chat without having to shout. Aren't you also annoyed by restaurants with background music that sounds like a disco? I certainly can't stand it, haha. By the way, the sofas by the window are incredibly comfortable; we sat there for three hours straight without the staff even bothering to check on us.
After having drinks on West Street that evening, I strolled slowly along the alleyway. The streetlights softened the outlines of the old houses. The stone path was a little damp, making a muffled sound underfoot, and the air was filled with the scent of alcohol mixed with the fragrance of osmanthus. I didn't rush back, but stood by the bridge for a while, watching the night view. The lights reflected on the water swayed gently, and I felt a sense of peace. At times like this, I felt that no matter how noisy it was during the day, it didn't matter; being able to walk like this at night was very comfortable.
Nice environment, suitable for drinking with friends after get off work, the wine list is very thoughtful
The retro green color of this restaurant's entrance is absolutely stunning; it's incredibly photogenic when the lights come on at night. 📸 Inside, they play jazz music at just the right volume—not too loud at all. My friend and I could chat without having to shout. Aren't you also annoyed by restaurants with background music that sounds like a disco? I certainly can't stand it, haha. By the way, the sofas by the window are incredibly comfortable; we sat there for three hours straight without the staff even bothering to check on us.
After having drinks on West Street that evening, I strolled slowly along the alleyway. The streetlights softened the outlines of the old houses. The stone path was a little damp, making a muffled sound underfoot, and the air was filled with the scent of alcohol mixed with the fragrance of osmanthus. I didn't rush back, but stood by the bridge for a while, watching the night view. The lights reflected on the water swayed gently, and I felt a sense of peace. At times like this, I felt that no matter how noisy it was during the day, it didn't matter; being able to walk like this at night was very comfortable.