Thank you for letting me visit your fine establishment last weekend for the first time. I had a wonderful time, I think, and I will certainly be back. But I also have one complaint: I think you broke me.
It has been 10 days since I visited your lovely piano bar, and I still have not written my usual blog post about it, which I usually do within 2 or 3 days of a visit. It isn't that I didn't enjoy you - I honestly thought you were quite unique and a lot of fun. The problem is that I have no idea exactly how to describe you - not only because you are very complex, but because your delicious but lethal drinks made the night very difficult to piece together.
You see, nobody warned me that I should drink zero alcohol before visiting you. It is literally impossible to stop oneself from imbibing too many of your unique and flavorful martinis. Instead, I drank what I believed was a modest 2 glasses of wine with my lady friends Kim and Elvie at our pre-Martuni's dinner - in hindsight, I can admit that this was mistake number one.
Your drink menu includes many other amazing sounding fruity cocktails I will have to return to try, as well as the standard that started them all, the classic martini.
Not one for karaoke, you made me feel welcome, and the second cocktail inspired me to start singing out loud to each crowd-pleasing song. Unfortunately, being a poor singer myself, I did not feel comfortable enough among the talented crowd to try to actually sing solo at the piano. The mixed crowd and its varying levels of talent were also intoxicating - from the Broadway-worthy John Legend-replica (who earned an encore) to the self-proclaimed bisexual man who sang the male part of "A Whole New World" with an extremely talented songstress to the 2 straight men who sang "You Make Me Feel Like a Natural Woman." By 12:30, the talent was only getting better and better - either that, or your drinks were really doing their trick.
Hugs and kisses,