You will note that the title this entry is in all caps. THE POST BAR, you remember, the place where my hopes for a great martini were placed, has another name: FREAKING GORGEOUS. The Fullerton hotel is just lovely. I wouldn’t mind staying there at some point just to be in a place that grand. It would be like staying in a palace.
THE POST BAR looked totally right. The bottles of vodka were familiar and in plain view. I was ready to be given the Martini of the Trip.
It all fell apart shortly thereafter. Same thing, S$30. Oh well, look at the beautiful pictures. They were all taken without flash in a very dim setting but I set the camera on stuff so I did the best I could without blinding the other patrons. Well, us, really.