High Five for 235
Every so often we do a serious post. Something about t'industry, you know, so people realise we're not just about nudity and weird noises. (Hey, we broke the news on the Warehouse Project and Cloud 23 so we do have a bit o'cred!)
The recent opening of Manchester235 has shown that a) There's a tangible, potentially profitable, relationship between music, food and gambling and b) this is a fucking clever idea.
Ok you say, combining stuff ain't clever. Lime bar unsuccessfully combined a restaurant, bar and club back in 2001. Tiger Tiger has done the same and is minted.
The clever bit is down to Margaret Thatcher.
You see, casinos can't really advertise. There's a whole load of laws governing this, and in part it's down to the previous government's belief that a glossy magazine advert would directly lead to thousands of people accruing huge debts and ending up like this dude. The truth is that casinos will get dry bummed to oblivion if they break these rules. Obviously the present government don't just love gamblers, they ARE gamblers. And happy looking ones at that. But 'rules R rules', and the easing of restrictions has been slow. So on earth does one market ones casino?
Don't call it a casino.
Geddit? Ain't that easy though...the potential pitfalls are obvious. No one will eat in your restaurant if it's sucks worse than a Dyson. No one will come to your nightclub *COUGH CASINO* if you have a load monkeys behind the decks. Manchester235 figured this one out without help, and their line-ups are commendable. Phat Phil Cooper from Chibuku is coming over every Friday for a nu-northern soul night, glam boys 2Risque are hosting the Saturday night, and there's a million and one gigs taking place within the venue - including bubbling under bands that would give Club NME a run for its money. They've thrown money at the restaurants, with (what we believe to be) a solid set of staff and the potential to become very good. Living Room good? Goucho Grill good? Maybe.
Long story short: (Casino) + music + food = goooood sheeeeeet.
We tip our hats.
The recent opening of Manchester235 has shown that a) There's a tangible, potentially profitable, relationship between music, food and gambling and b) this is a fucking clever idea.
Ok you say, combining stuff ain't clever. Lime bar unsuccessfully combined a restaurant, bar and club back in 2001. Tiger Tiger has done the same and is minted.
The clever bit is down to Margaret Thatcher.
You see, casinos can't really advertise. There's a whole load of laws governing this, and in part it's down to the previous government's belief that a glossy magazine advert would directly lead to thousands of people accruing huge debts and ending up like this dude. The truth is that casinos will get dry bummed to oblivion if they break these rules. Obviously the present government don't just love gamblers, they ARE gamblers. And happy looking ones at that. But 'rules R rules', and the easing of restrictions has been slow. So on earth does one market ones casino?
Don't call it a casino.
Geddit? Ain't that easy though...the potential pitfalls are obvious. No one will eat in your restaurant if it's sucks worse than a Dyson. No one will come to your nightclub *COUGH CASINO* if you have a load monkeys behind the decks. Manchester235 figured this one out without help, and their line-ups are commendable. Phat Phil Cooper from Chibuku is coming over every Friday for a nu-northern soul night, glam boys 2Risque are hosting the Saturday night, and there's a million and one gigs taking place within the venue - including bubbling under bands that would give Club NME a run for its money. They've thrown money at the restaurants, with (what we believe to be) a solid set of staff and the potential to become very good. Living Room good? Goucho Grill good? Maybe.
Long story short: (Casino) + music + food = goooood sheeeeeet.
We tip our hats.
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