Jono Schultz

PUBLISHED : Thursday, 11 August, 2005, 12:00am
UPDATED : Thursday, 11 August, 2005, 12:00am

Electronic product designer

Bored of the same old places and the same old music, some friends and I decided to venture into uncharted waters: blues music in Hong Kong.

The setting was the China Tee Club in Pedder Street, and the singer was Marjorie Mullings. Her deep, rich voice has been heard all over the world, but she's still, I'd say, an undiscovered talent.

She spent the evening wandering around the tables, taking requests and serenading people as they ate. Dressing up would have made it really special, but we didn't bother because I knew we'd end up in less salubrious places later on. It was an interesting change from my favourite curry place in Lan Kwai Fong's Rat Alley.

Full of food and lulled by four hours of New Orleans blues, we were surprisingly more sober than I would have expected when we arrived at Volar, a new club in Lan Kwai Fong. We avoided the usual queues this time, thanks to a mate who got us in. It's a cavernous place full of beautiful clothes on beautiful people with no conversation skills.

It was all a bit too beautiful for me, so I quickly shepherded the gang out and on to Backroom, underneath Veda on Arbuthnot Road. A friend was having a semi-launch there for his website and the place was teeming with mates.

I like it there. It's a small, dark, comfy nightclub bar with a very active hip-hop DJ. I normally like the tunes, but this time they confused the eardrums, given our dinner rendezvous. But the bar does good vodka, which helped lubricate the transition.

However, vodka can do only so much and eventually we went off in search of something more soothing - and ended up at Barco, the most friendly, dangerous place on Staunton Street. I stumbled in there by accident for a cheeky half, which soon became an unfortunate half-a-dozen. Anything to put off staggering up that huge hill home.

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