On CazBar Review and the Idiot who Wants to Dance

It is indeed one of the safest bar to walk in alone and sit by yourself. It was Friday night, and the band has not started playing, so the music from the bar's iTunes play list was filling it and it was good to my ears.

I walked in to the bar and noticed immediately that the crowd are indeed a little more mature, mostly ex-pats, except for three guys - looks like they are locals - at the bar who are probably in their early 20s. I quickly scanned the room for potential seats and apart from the bar, there was only the couch right at the corner back of the room, away from everyone's view (and vice versa). So I decided to become a lonesome while waiting for my good friend Miss Sassy.

I have always wanted to check this place out since I often drove pass it and a few bloggers always rave about it, in particular Anita. She has told me that I should introduce myself to the matre'd when I get a chance to go there, but I couldn't figure out which one she was. None of the bar staff was wearing anything that sayas they work there. I guess it's part of being "part of the crowd".

I was pretty much left alone with the menu, until I walked up to the bar asking if I could order drinks and nibbles, at the same time asking whether they have any magazines to keep me occupy - Facebook status stalking from my mobile was completed at this stage. It turned out they had a mini library going on at the bar. As much I love to read, it was rather dark to do so then, so I opted for the usual Tatler/Bazaar like magazines just to see who's-doing-what-party-where- and-carrying-which-latest-Hermes yadda yadda yadda.

Anywhoo, my friend arrived and we decided to move and sit at the bar to enjoy a better view of the band and the crown.

Something of that night was the highlight, or more like the downer of my first visit to Cazbar. Brace yourself coz it ain't so pretty.

The band has started to play, and they are good. What comes next, may not be so good.

A man in what appear to be in his 50s, with glasses, gray hairs and beards, came up to us at the bar and asked us whether we would like to dance. (At this point, I recall Anita said the place does not have a dance floor, hence no "chickies" would be interested to be there. In her own words "ga laku"). I guess, some people made the most of the small space by where the band was playing to dance around, which in my opinion were just people having some fun. It was fun to watch too.

We both politely declined his request to dance, preferring to chat and just enjoy the scene of the bar. The man was persistent. We still declined. Still politely.

Until such point, he knew he wasn't going anywhere, and out of nowhere said something along these lines

"Aaargh..you ladies bore me. I just want to dance, I don't want to do anything else. Bla bla bla bla...you stupid Indonesians".

At which point we were stunned, and feisty Miss Sassy raised her voice and said

"What did you just say? Did you just insulted Indonesian? You DO NOT insult Indonesian!"

I lost track of what was said after that exactly, but in conclusion, the said-man was persistent in saying that he knows more about Indonesia as he has lived here for 40years. Which is ironic, considering so. First of all, it has nothing, and I shall add NOTHING, to do with anything that is going on. (Refusing him to dance imply we were stupid? wtf?)

Secondly, even if that was true, he would know, that while some Indonesian ladies would be flattered and jumping up and down at the mere sight of a caucasian man, let alone being asked to dance, other Indonesian ladies, like us, sometimes prefer to have a chat. No, it's not that he was old that we didn't want to dance with him. It was because we simply didn't feel like dancing! Hell, if we did, we wouldn't come to Cazbar.

Miss Sassy yelled at him "Don't let the door hit you on your way out" when he dissappeared. Mind you he came back. Not only that, he came back to what I feel now has become a harrassment. I know the man was probably drunk, but he was starting to annoy me.

It was at his third attempt - which he rudely made a suggestion that we were both lesbians as we did not want to dance with him, again, an ironic remark for someone who has lived here for a long time (Gosh, writing this I wish I had beaten him up then!) - I decided to try to talk some sense into the man. A drunk man too, I might add.

I told him that, while we are flattered (a blatant lie), we just didn't feel like dancing. I told him he was rude and offensive and he should know better if he's telling the truth about having lived here for most his life. He said sorry and told me he was "fucked up" when he meets women (u-hu, an understatement of the century).

He is a German by the way. I could easily spell out his name here, but just in case, I may be sued for defamation, mind you, I may just win with my friend as the witness after what happened in the bar.

The funny thing was, Miss Sassy has a German friend, and she immediately texted him asking if he knows such German guy named H. After some description, her friend said he happened to know a german guy named H who was a skipper. Later we found H's business card left for other patrons next to usand goodness me, it's right there...H-D-O, skipper! What a small world. Miss Sassy asked for her friend's permission if we could take him down for harrassing us. She was serious and I had to refrained her by getting her another drink.

Anyway, all and all, aside from the incident, Cazbar did not dissapoint. The bartender and wait staff were friendly. We ordered snacks (Beef Nachos and Fried Mushrooms) and they were pretty good, not spectacular, but good. I'm interested in their other food so I might try that next time. Prices are on the mid-to-higher end, but it's probably fair given their target market is the ex-pats.

One last note - as much as I like the non-Indonesian ways of thinking (open mind, non-conservative way, no bullshit straight up talk), I detest such behaviour from ex-pats. It's sad to see someone who appear to have a good life here in our beloved country, to behave in such politically-incorrect way, and let alone has the nerve to insult this country, who perhaps has provided the idiot with income that allows him to have a good life here.

So, let's just hope this one idiot, is simply that. Just one drunk idiot who is out of his mind at the time. I'll be damned if I bumped into him again in Cazbar, though I have a feeling he may be a regular.

PS: If you have figured out the idiot's identity from the above, well, keep it to yourself and perhaps give the guy some much needed advise not to hit on two feisty and self-respected ladies the next time he meets them. Or any ladies for that matter.