The Humidor 868
This weekend we attended the birthday party of one of T&T's most eligible female socialites at The Humidor 868. For those who don't know, The Humidor, located in Woodbrook, markets itself as a premium lounge featuring a cigar lounge and restaurant with a fully stocked bar, tapas and light dancing on occasion. Premium? I’ll be the judge of that.
This was my second visit, the first was for dinner and the food was excellent. The mood lighting was a little dark but that is for when you in there with the people man. It doesn’t help with reading the menu but doh act like you don’t already take pics of the menu and zoom in to read it. The décor is eclectic with lots of funky artwork and the ambience go have yuh feeling lil sexy. Doh go there if yuh doh want to be buying pampers and Nestum in a couple years.
The one thing I didn't care for was the smokey atmosphere but das my fault for sitting inside which is where the smoking lounge is. I’m told they have excellent filters so it’s not too bad but this Toucan beak I have for a nose real sensitive. There is a spacious outside area with seating and a bar for those of us who don't consider sucking on a car muffler as entertainment. No judgment if that is your cup of Milo though, after all, I is a reformed nicotine junkie 17 years now.
Anyway, this party had some of the who's who of T&T's social scene...well the generation over 40...not them young people who bringing British "influencers" to wine out-of-time, buss two lines and act like they should get a Grammy. There were politicians, models, radio personalities, plenty pretty people....and me. I guess you can't have famous people without at least one Pleb.
After having two drinks the friendly and helpful waitress politely and somewhat embarrassedly informed us that there was no more Hendrick's gin. In fact there was no more gin in the entire establishment. A young lady suggested we replace gin with tequila as if anybody wanted to see me wining on a table in my jockey shorts and socks.
Immediately “someone” went on a rampage, they started shouting that Humidor was the worst place in the world, they asked how come they doh run out of the stagnant drain water on the bus route by Beetham called Campari. Management sprang into action! They dispatched one of the owners to procure more gin. Crisis averted. I eventually calmed down, stopped shouting and had a few more drinks.
So if sipping on a nice drink with something fat in your mouth sounds like a good time, call 1-800….no seriously….The Humidor 868 is a solid option. It’s a place for young urban professionals and old country non-professionals alike. A place where you can actually hold a conversation and hear persons speaking to you rather than just nod and bawl “mmm hmm…yeah boy….no for real” when someone asked you for the time.
But doh go on a Tuesday….apparently Tuesday they does close the place and go beach.
TANA