Morokko... I remember when I saw this place for the first time... I had pictured in my mind that in the near future I would be sitting on 1 of the pool side tables and sipping on beverages while I dig into starters and smoke a hookah... so there I was a couple of days later... well we didnt get the pool side table as it was apparently reserved... (well the reserved tag was on that table even when we went to see the place initially..) neways... we took 1 of the other cosy table and settled in... its raining so they have a soft cover throughout the venue... we were served water after 20 long mins... we thought dats okay... they are humans... the first jhatka that we got was when a splat of bird poo nearly missed my friends glass of water... wondering how that was possible we looked above to see a small gap in the roof... the bird did know how to hit a bullseye... moving ahead... we changed the table and placed our order... 1 Kingfisher, a Red Bull and a Green Apple Hookah... none of these had to be made...
well we did get served after another 20-25 mins of waiting... we were served Fosters as Morokko does not afford to keep Kingfisher... we didn’t argue... the steward poured room temp beer in the glass without even letting us check whether it was cold enough or not... (Hardik lost his marbles here... ofcourse... who would like warm beer???)... Hookah arrived... Big table... if the Hookah is not kept on the table then everyone wont be able to smoke it... But apparently there were some wise guys who had broken a Hookah kept on the table... so theres a rule that they dont serve Hookah on the table...
Finally we paid around 400 bucks for a beer we never drank and a Hookah we didnt touch and went out of there... we would have argued but... lets just say that place is not worth us wasting our energy on even parting our lips... WE LEFT...