With weather temps soaring into and over 120 degrees, you are foolish to think you can touch your car’s steering wheel after it’s been in the sunny parking lot all day and keep your fingertips.
Because I am that kind of fool, I have dubbed this week, “ICE WEEK.” I’m sure you’ve been able to tell from my activities lately, this city is totally prepared to keep me entertained.
In search of the elusive “cool” we went to an Ice Bar. Yup, that’s right…a whole bar for you and your friends to literally chill out at a temperature of -6 Celcius.
When you walk in, you are greeted with a coat room. Not like the ones in the States where they take your coat. In this room the GIVE you a coat…and mittens…and little booties if you’re wearing sandals without socks…tres chic!
Next, you go through a cooler door that looks just like every meat locker door you’ve seen in all those horror movies. You know the ones…those movies you’re screaming at the girl, “DON’T GO IN THERE!” Yeah that’s the door…and I even went in, without a flashlight.
Ahhh, sweet, cool air! And ice…man they aren’t kidding either. Everything was made of the stuff. Couches, chairs, lights, sculptures, plates, cups, martini glasses…the BAR and SHELVES!
We ordered our cover charge mandated 60 Dirham mocktail (remember this is a dry country in most senses of the word unless you’re at a resort hotel) and sat back on our fluffy sheepskin ice chairs. I resisted the urge to be a jackass and ask for ice in my drink and sipped the yummy strawberry juice.
After becoming comfortably numb and moving into the early stages of frostbite, we decided to return to the sauna of the real world once more. Back through the meat locker door without so much as a tongue frozen to a tether pole. The coat check girl was there to take our layers and hand out lemon scented hot towels, very nice!
So, when you’re just too hot for your own good and don’t want to hit the slopes of Ski Dubai, I’d highly recommend getting ice, iced baby!
Because I am that kind of fool, I have dubbed this week, “ICE WEEK.” I’m sure you’ve been able to tell from my activities lately, this city is totally prepared to keep me entertained.
In search of the elusive “cool” we went to an Ice Bar. Yup, that’s right…a whole bar for you and your friends to literally chill out at a temperature of -6 Celcius.
When you walk in, you are greeted with a coat room. Not like the ones in the States where they take your coat. In this room the GIVE you a coat…and mittens…and little booties if you’re wearing sandals without socks…tres chic!
Next, you go through a cooler door that looks just like every meat locker door you’ve seen in all those horror movies. You know the ones…those movies you’re screaming at the girl, “DON’T GO IN THERE!” Yeah that’s the door…and I even went in, without a flashlight.
Ahhh, sweet, cool air! And ice…man they aren’t kidding either. Everything was made of the stuff. Couches, chairs, lights, sculptures, plates, cups, martini glasses…the BAR and SHELVES!
We ordered our cover charge mandated 60 Dirham mocktail (remember this is a dry country in most senses of the word unless you’re at a resort hotel) and sat back on our fluffy sheepskin ice chairs. I resisted the urge to be a jackass and ask for ice in my drink and sipped the yummy strawberry juice.
After becoming comfortably numb and moving into the early stages of frostbite, we decided to return to the sauna of the real world once more. Back through the meat locker door without so much as a tongue frozen to a tether pole. The coat check girl was there to take our layers and hand out lemon scented hot towels, very nice!
So, when you’re just too hot for your own good and don’t want to hit the slopes of Ski Dubai, I’d highly recommend getting ice, iced baby!
3 comments:
Ah - yet another "Very Cool" experience !!!
- Ray
I crack myself up....
[ sigh ]
That would be a big hit in the midwestern summers...ice bars...
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