Intensity breeds intimacy. The deep red Cuisine was cloaked in Tuesday night provided a rush of rouged romance to the revelers raring for an aural rise. Mondays are the new Saturdays, so it’s only natural that Tuesdays are the new Fridays. Then again, it doesn’t make a difference ‘cause Manila nightlife is a week-long spectacle.
Nightlife may be on “savings time” mode these days, but it’s about making the most of the post-work hours. You’ve got to learn to maximize, optimize and sensualize — those being the red-hot rules of the game. The dry spells are over — one day you stay in, the next day you go out.
Romance is indeed lovelier the second, no, third time around. Or should I say — once, twice, three times a lady. Because among all of Embassy’s establishments, Embassy Cuisine is the lady among all of them, and she’s gone through some changes. Now, she’s the lady in red. And just like a real lady, she’s flashy and fine.
This night of ladies brought out the blush and the hush among the pretty, young set. ‘It’ girls mingled with ladies in waiting and court mainstays all swayed to the swoon beats of mash masters Jon Herrera (DJ Johnnyverse) and Mars Miranda. Chef Fernando Aracama peppered the place with seductive bites of his new and exciting menu. Rose petals were showered like confetti all over the new Cuisine, as if to bless the luxe and lush landmark of the Fort night strip.
This girl can also come up with new ways to have fun. New mood, new music, new muses. And new mug shots—that’s always important! Downstairs, Eddie Boy Escudero snapped at the pop-ulation while upstairs Willy Saw reinvented himself — as a photo booth! The photo Me party generation thoroughly enjoyed their photo synthesis. With the right amount of booze, everyone looked great!
In a city where we are spoilt for choice, I still always have a ball observing the changing new guards of the nightlife scene. It’s where both the ferosh and the familiar meet, match and eventually, mate.
For now, though, I raise my champagne glass to this fine, young lady — for what will we do without her?