"“Freedom is the freedom to play cards.” In this place—where joy is rationed and harmless camaraderie is monitored with the fervor of a totalitarian state—we dared to sit, cards in hand, ready to engage in the most innocent of human pleasures: a game. No money changed hands, no wagers were placed, no rules were broken save for the unwritten law that dictates that all laughter must be subdued, all leisure approved by unseen eyes. The staff, acting as enforcers of some unspoken decree, descended upon us with the zeal of those who believe that order must prevail, even at the expense of reason. “No card games,” they proclaimed, as though the shuffling of cards might summon chaos itself. Our explanations fell on deaf ears, our intentions dismissed. This establishment, with its draconian policies and Kafkaesque enforcement, stands as a monument to the stifling of harmless joy. We came for fellowship, for conversation, for the simple pleasure of playing a game—but we left under the weight of an oppression that speaks volumes about the soul of this place. If you value spontaneity, creativity, or even the slightest whiff of freedom, steer clear of this dour house of rules. For here, the party is not yours to enjoy—it belongs to the Party. And as if to crown their ineptitude, the virgin mojito—bereft of its very essence—arrived without sugar. Imagine a mocktail so devoid of sweetness that it mirrored the sterile, joyless atmosphere of the establishment itself. Even in its purity, it was a disappointment. Two stars because they played Lana Del Ray"
