Upstairs a scrolling stock ticker runs the length of the bar, outlining the preposterous amounts of money running through the ASX across the road. Bloomberg financial is on the TV screens, and the place is packed with suits. It's very plush here, all dark wood panels and brass, but we opt instead to head downstairs.

Downstairs is dark, surprisingly large, and, sadly, very low on character.

When we arrived it seemed they were in the midst of a special 'latino' event - girls in bikinis were formation dancing to Ricky Martin, while hundreds of office clones looked on. The absolute pinnacle of sophistication, it seemed. It took an age to get served, and when I did my request for some extra change was roundly ignored.

I don't complain when I'm reviewing. I just walked away, making a quiet note.

Round to the side near the gaming lounge we took up a table, moving aside the plates which had been left behind despite several members of staff having cruised past, and decided we were off.

Not as bad as the Marble Bar, but bad all the same. We should probably have stayed upstairs and got jostled by overweight businessmen instead.
review by: pubguide staff