How can you not be intrigued by a name like that? Our Melbourne experience wouldn’t be complete without getting Naked for Satan.
Spread over several floors, this funky bar in the heart of Brunswick St is an experience not to be missed. The wall on the floor near the toilets has a montage of hundreds of people. Naked. For Satan obviously.
With all sorts of dark corners and dim lighting on the lower floors, there’s plenty of opportunity to get cosy and loved up. If that isn’t your thing, there’s the rooftop bar with expansive views over Melbourne.
You can choose cold pintxos (tapas on toothpicks) from platters on the ground floor counter. Just help yourself to these or hail the wait staff who wander about with platters of hot pintxos.
Leave your toothpicks on your plate and your pintxos at $1 a pop will be tallied up when it’s bill paying time.
The pintxos looked mighty yummy, but as we had a dinner date elsewhere we wouldn’t be tempted.
After our first round of drinks on the ground floor we moseyed up to the rooftop which was in full swing by 7pm.
NFS specialises in vodka from around the world and has created some potent vodka cocktails. We downed a few of their version of a Bloody Mary. Oh yeah! Strong, smoking hot and pretty damn fancy with a sprig of 3 fat olives dusted with pepper. Definitely not for the faint-hearted.
There’s a full on restaurant on the roof, or again, you can order pintxos from the bar if you just want to nibble on something.
There’s a good wine and beer selection, and of course the ubiquitous Sangria.
No bookings taken if you’re just coming in for pintxos and drinks, but I daresay essential for the restaurant on the busy nights. We went on a Thursday and the place was packed. Go. Do it. It’s so brilliantly Melbourne.