tony starr's kitten club - level 2/267 little collins st melbourne 3000 9650 2448

this place is sexy in an old fashioned great gatsby sort of way. sitting at the window overlooking flinders lane you could almost be lauren becall or bogey thinking about the one you loved and lost. all the girls should be wearing georgette and strings of pearls and the guys should take off their hats when they duck through the door. kitten club lacks the frenetic imbibing that marks some of the other city bars. (yes, gin palace, that means you). it's usually dark at the kitten club, the lamps make everyone look sexier. anyway, that is my original impression of kitten club, in the two most recent visits kc has gone from understated glamour to trailer park trash. rude and unhelpful staff, bright lights, all atmosphere gone, the place has turned into a tarty call girl named candy.

you could easily walk past the lime green door to kitten club. it holds some very fond memories. going back recently it seems that's about all it holds. when you are locked eye-to-eye with the most interesting and beautiful girl you ever met, the surroundings take on some of that glow. kitten club appeared to be a special place. go back with a few friends after a late dinner and it's all just bar and vinyl seats. so, here we are. yes, here we all are. insert boring mindless conversation.