Beijing Boyce

Despite a questionable name and a dismal location in Cell Block 11 (3F) of Jianwai Soho, Opener? was a must-visit since the management includes a former owner of the now-chai’d First Cafe, my original favorite bar in Beijing. I popped in last Wednesday after dinner at Cafe Europa (1F). The concrete floor, exposed pipes and black twine curtains give this spacious 200-square-meter bar an industrial-gothic feel, completed by the ceiling light fixtures and candles. “You step in and immediately wonder, When does the piercing start?” said M-Dawg. An island bar is surrounded by lounge areas full of leather chairs and sofas, the latter sporting plenty of faux-fur cushions. Unhappy with Beijing’s new one-pet policy? Then snuggle up with two or three of these puppies. The music is a decent mix of jazz and pop, the view is good for a third-floor bar, and M-Dawg and Ping’s drinks were okay, while my Dry Vodka Martini with a twist (50 kuai) was presented in an especially attractive glass, but a bit harsh. Opener? is a nice spot to spend a few hours, though M-Dawg describes it as a “mental patient’s hallucination,” since you have to eventually return to reality - the stark, institutional hallways of Jianwai Soho.

(This story is from Beijing Boyce XXVII, first emailed to readers on November 23, 2006.)