Blogging under the influence

File under: drink, nightlife, Wellington

As my earlier post indicated, if there's one thing that local bloggers agree on, it's that alcohol is a vital ingredient of Wellington life. It might even be, gasp, more important than coffee! But before I present my plans for a bar-review blog and a wellyblog boozeup, I'll unveil the identity of mystery bar number 7.

This proved to be more of a challenge than recent efforts, and for good reason. It's only been open for a few weeks, it's up a long staircase, and the only signage is one of those flexible pavement signs that is put away when the bar's not open. Stephen's educated guess was the closest: "the *new* *improved* Workingmen's club". It's not a replacement for the Workingmen's club, though it may have taken over one of their rooms. Head upstairs to the club, and instead of heading right to the TAB, turn left and you'll find yourself in Morocco.

The name's a bit of a mystery, and perhaps something of a disappointment if you're expecting tagine kofte, cheap hashish and eager-to-please house boys. There's very little of the exotic Maghreb here, and it was a little too quiet when we visited in the early evening, but the comfy 70s furniture and intriguing cocktail list promise much in the way of laid-back drinking pleasure. Dedicated WellUrbanites may recall my earlier post predating its opening. Get there quick, before the bridge-and-tunnel crowd arrive from Courtenay Place.

Organising a proper wellyblog boozeup might take a bit more notice than this, but who's up for a preliminary round tomorrow night? See you at Morocco, upstairs off Cuba Mall, at 7ish. Bring friends and a robust liver.