Dubai lacks originality in sort of coming up with apt and appropriate names when it comes to naming bars or pubs. Almost catering to the English, pubs would have names that revolve around animals like lions and snakes with a crown on it or it would be one of the most common names that you would give a guy, say like Johnnies. But if you looking to get peoples attention, why not just call it “Yesterday”. First time I heard of it, I almost had a good laugh at the intelligence of the person wanting to name the place as something that was as good as yesterday. You know what I mean.
So it came down to another day of discovery, and a sms blast to gather the crowds and kind of let family know of my movements, so that they could kind of sleep easy. As has always been the case with the country, the telephone rates being so high, I shouldn’t really be expecting too much of a response. So then it took a phone call to the husband of the one they call “The Saint”. Now for all those who don’t know the Saint you will have to get the lowdown from an earlier post. Now the husband of the Saint is Mr. Clean, a good reflection of his character and the fact that he has decided to wipe off the growth they call a moustache, so as to make him look 20 years younger and grant him a licence to be questioned of his age whenever he enters an establishment that don’t allow under 21s. I think it makes everyone feel good when they stop you to know your age.
So leaving The Saint behind at home, Mr. Clean joined The Viral, Banger, Punk and his girl (yes we had one more girl, I think this whole thing is catching up with the fairer sex), and of course me the Beerman to find out what happens at Yesterday and find answers to some pressing questions like “What in the world can choke our balls in this lifetime?”
With some disturbing thoughts and a very odd feeling originating from regions not worth mentioning the few of us made our way through the doors of the Four Points by Sheraton in Mankhool. This is not to be confused with the Four Points on Bank Street in Bur Dubai. As we walked in with our sandals on our weary feet, it came as no surprise that the concierge knew very well what we were looking for and pointed his finger in the direction of a hallway. Not one to ask too many questions when thirsty we took his word and filed down through the door with a huge sign screaming YESTERDAY on it. If one expected to be walking through a time machine or portal that would take you backing time, they sure would be disappointed, because it has nothing of that sort. There isn’t any music or a jukebox belting out the oldies off vinyl records. The only thing that sort of takes you back in time, are black and white photos of events that aren’t really captioned. So it did come as no disappointment that such a drab name could actually throw up a drab environment as this. It’s like something I read off the net, that the place true to its name is nothing more than a place for has beens.
Not too packed either and I guess it really does not try to hard to attract too many clientele and I guess it does work for those who just want to have a quiet drink without having to scream their lungs out. The interiors have nothing new to say. It is fairly bright and thankfully the service and the staff are not as wooden as some of the people I have met at bars, who give the furniture a hard run for their money. It is only later when I was leaving the place did I find a corner that was dedicated to watching all the live sports. A small tunnel that houses four flat screens resembles a games room that Playstation may want to sponsor and brand sometime soon (I have a very good eye for marketing opportunities)…With four flat screens sitting next to each other, it could be really hard to be watching a game over there if there were to be a good crowd. I couldn’t say for sure but I will give it a try on a game night and let you all know what the experience is like.
The menu is not that expansive but better than most establishments that we have been to and some of the food on offer didn’t seem to be very expensive as compared to places of a similar nature. You could easily get a plate of greasy buffalo wings for around Dhs 30. And that is the price of most of the dishes that are there. The cost of the beers are more or less on par with most pubs in the country. They did have an offer on the beers, where a bucket of five caronas came in for about 108 bucks. Definitely not the best deal in town when it comes to serving cheap beers, but still works for some.
Well with a couple of beers down and buffalo wings taking flight in the belly region, and the shutters coming down in my weary head, it was time to take leave and make sure that the evening came to an end at a respectable hour. After some good chat flirting with the topic of marriage and wondering if it could be one of the things that could possibly make you go down on your knees in pain, we all settled the not so high bill and went our ways, wondering if we really know what to expect when our balls get choked…
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