Pub crawl - a retrospective

So where did we go last night. No shennanigans here...

Krazy Kangaruh
‘World Famous’, apparently. Not that I’d heard of it before I came to St. Anton, but there we go. Actually quieter than normal, but still rammed. They even have a couple of guys providing a ski/board ‘cloakroom’ service, which is a rather grand way of describing a piece of string across a fence with pegs nailed into it. There’s also a merchandise shop, which I found really depressing. Staff, generally are all attractive, and mainly blonde. At least one carries bottles of jaegermeister and schnaps, walking across the tables to pour it into people’s mouths (then charging them for the privilege. Surely, the saving on washing glasses would allow a small discount?). We left after four pints, I think. The KK and it’s more Tyrolean counterpart, the Mooserwirt, are responsible for more injuries than anything else in the Arlberg – spewing out drunkards straight onto the slopes to ski down in the dark. I smacked my shoulder trying to do something that seemed clever at the time. Actually, I was talking to a girl who told me that a friend of hers had been ‘rescued’ from the mountain by the Austrian ski team and taken to the Mooserwirt for a drink. Apparently, there’s a hatch up in the roof that leads into the VIP room. A VIP room, who’d a thought? Abs, Pren, this year your mission, should you choose to accept it...

Anton bar/café/hotel
This is right at the bottom, opposite the Galzigbahn cable car. The bar itself is pretty modern, with a massive screen showing snow videos. They like their brushed metal and wood in here. It’s a decent place for an après beer, but it clears out later, and never really reaches the party levels of some of the bars in the town. This may be because the tables are too small and too high to even attempt to dance on. We had a couple of beers in here to ‘warm up’, whilst thinking about where to go next.

Pizza Pomadoro
It’s a restaurant. A couple of the waitresses are rather nice (yes, their personalities, absolutely), and you can’t book, more to the point. In hindsight, the jaegermeister and black zambuccas may have been a mistake at this point.

Nick’s room
Yes, at 7:30pm, and nicely the worse for wear, we made the call. At some point, it’s worth bailing and going home to get changed. You can push on through until closing in ski wear but, let’s face it, it’s just much more comfortable to be in a club in jeans and a t-shirt, rather than goggles. So, back to HK for a quick shower and change. Great music here, but the intelligent lighting relies a little too much on manual intervention and, apart from a bed, seating is minimal. The bar’s poorly stocked, too.

Bar Cuba
This only really gets going after nine, and was pumping when we left. A good atmosphere and (but?) predominantly English. Owned by the Mark Warner chain, apparently, and seemed nicely ‘mix-ey’

Kandahar
At eleven pm, it’s dead. Nice club, but it only really gets going later. A tad ‘R’n’B’ for my liking, too. Wasted three Euros checking my stuff in when we only stayed five minutes.

Piccadilly-PostKeller
If all else fails. Always rammed, and generally a good atmosphere (and hey! Like a good Essex nightclub, ‘ladies get in free’). In here, the ratios of men to women became starkly apparent. Letting in women free last night would probably have cost the owners, oooh, twenty Euros? Yep, fairly man-heavy, and there’s something very amusing about watching young Germans in baseball caps pretending to be black.

Gods, I took a (planned) day off today, and not a moment too soon. Head still hurts a tad, but the legs are recovering. Right. Rambled a bit today. Macks, hope that lot gives you and Ben something to chat about.