So you’re in the mood for something different? Something out of the ordinary? An escape from Lebanon’s clubbing clichés, a trip, if only for a short while, into of world where, sexy is an understatement, glamor is in abundance and where all that glitters is actually gold. A nocturnal gem, where the elite come out to play and the sexy get frisky. Let me let you in on a little secret that’s about to take Beirut by storm: it’s called Whiskey Mist.
It’s a branch of one of London’s most exclusive clubs that just opened its doors in Beirut’s five-star hotel, Phoenicia. Now Everyone knows I’m not into prestigious VIP-infested Nouveau riche attracting venues hatching around the city, actually let me rephrase, I loathe those places, so when I heard about how top notch Whiskey Mist is, I was skeptical. But boy was I in for a pleasant surprise.
We were greeted on a red carpet leading to the entrance by a proper, lean British man handsomely dressed in a Micheal-Jackson style tuxedo, who quickly introduced us to our French hostess. She was sophistically dressed in a little black dress and showed us to our table while another French hostess dressed in a red number introduced herself as our private host for the night. Picture this, a full LED light ceiling, amazing light effects and a two PINK lit catwalks. Later we would find out that the hostess too will party it up with guests, surprisingly without forgoing her duties.
The crowd was young, lively, yet ultra chic and frivolous, a rare mix. Our table was perfectly situated, right behind another lit-up ledge, which we would climb onto as the DJ behind us would play some of top hits on the charts.
Now if you think you’ve experienced good service in Lebanon, you ain’t seen nothing yet. Usually when you order bottle service, the waiter will pour you a drink, maybe two, but then will leave the rest to you. This was different; every single waiter was dressed in military-style tuxedo, standing by on full-alert, ensuring a constant supply of mixers, ashtrays and ice.
The party got started at around 1am. My girls and I were dancing away when the music softened and the lights lit. Before our eyes, what looked like a circus carnival began making its way to the center of the club, with scary looking waiters wearing elephant masks held long trays of complimentary shots and behind them, freakishly long-legged models dressed in rarely-there fishnets, sparkly bustiers and Brazilian-cut bottoms made their way to the catwalks.
And that’s when the party really got started! Those GO-GO dancers weren’t your average looking girls you would spot on a Prime show on some Lebanese channel, they were professionally trained dancers flown in from the best dance parties guaranteed to get any party going. The best part of it all, the No-sleaziness factor. No sleazy men leaning in for a grab, no perverts hanging around the podiums. It felt as though we were partying it up at the Moulin Rouge or in some –electronic version of the Crazy Horse show, as we all partied to the wee hours of the morning.
All this does come with a hefty price tag, they only sell premium bottles, starting at 500,000LL, but you really are getting your money’s worth, so go ahead, put on your best dancing shoes and head down to one of Beirut’s most Avante-Gaurde hot spots. Bisoux