The Spiffy Dapper Welcomes You
What started off as a hole-in-the-wall in Boat Quay has morphed into a half-decent space with a truckload of booze at Amoy Street. All because we got some of our customers drunk and convinced them to give us money to build this monstrosity of a monument to bad taste.
We like to think we make some half-decent drinks, but that is when we are sober. Your first couple of drinks might be crap, but we guarantee you that everything will taste great after the fifth drink; even your date.
We are on the Second Floor at 73 Amoy Street. Come up those dingy stairs and there is a chance that we might be open and sober enough to serve.
“I would rather be ashes than dust! I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry-rot. I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet. The function of man is to live, not to exist. I shall not waste my days trying to prolong them. I shall use my time.” ― Jack London