Zara Tapas

Zara Tapas

I had heard a lot about this new, happening, 'cool' bar on Cathedral road (Chennai). So, I decided to show off to my friend from Hyderabad how hep Chennai has become. We -four of us- took an auto and reached the place. We climbed up the steep staircase. Zara Tapas, the sign read. There were two guys guarding the entrance: a young man in a white shirt, gray trousers and an incongruous tie; and a bouncer clad in black.
"four of us" I announced to the tie-guy. He said "yea. but we have a small problem." And pointed to a sign right under the big 'Zara Tapas' sign. It said dress code: shoes. No shorts' and some shit like that.
"What does it signify man?" I asked the tie-guy. "nothing we want to maintain the decorum" He answered and I discovered a tinge of arrogance in his voice. "Can I go in and take a look at the place at least?" My Hyderabadi pal asked. He went in and emerged out. "nice place" He said and we walked out.
I never really understood why a bar or a pub should follow a dress code like a club. Unlike a club you go to a bar to unwind and let your hair down. Normally, there are no memberships for pubs and bars. Yet our elitist Zara Tapas demands a dress code. What do they mean? That, my shoes are my conduct certificate? Bull shit. And I am going to say 'don't go there. Awful place.' to any one who asks me 'how is this Zara Tapas man?'
Come on! I walk into Park Sheraton in shorts and bathroom slippers. Zara Tapas! Ha! my ass! I pray they go bankrupt soon.
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