Friday night I headed to Nobu, the sleek Japanese restaurant and lounge in the Waikiki Parc Hotel, for the launch of the PRÆ party. The title of this post is almost completely irrelevant to my review, as I didn’t eat anything at Nobu, and while I enjoyed myself, I wouldn’t say I loved the party. Frankly I just wanted to reference the best-seller-turned-feature film that got Julia Roberts and countless choosy moms exploring Hinduism. Surprising as it may seem, it’s not uncommon - many others felt similarly inspired to explore Catholicism after “Doubt,” or Helen Hunt after “Pay It Forward.”
My friend and I walked through a tunnel of blue light to get to the lobby of the Waikiki Parc, so modern and chic. We entered the restaurant and I spotted my beautiful female friend Coco. Sauntering by the bar, Coco’s all legs and the most fashionable lady in red-lips gracing the room.
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| I'll have what she's having... |
I kissed her on the cheek, exchanged pleasantries, and took a sip of her jet-lag inspired cocktail: crown and ginger ale. I then started my own tab at the bar, ordering the special of the night, $7 kettle one & whatever. The friend I came with got a watermelon martini - made with care and garnished with melon, rind and all. No seeds, though. Later we all enjoyed a tasting of pina-martinis, fruity and sweet it was like a spiked, melted shave ice.
The atmosphere was warm and the DJ was spinning a hypnotic mix of trance beats, an appropriate soundtrack for the night. The reason why I wasn’t loving it, however, was because this lounge was a little too small for such a large party. The place was packed, standing room only by 10:30pm. The crowd was taking away from the fashionable feel, and the room was dotted by a few too many surf tees. I’m not one to comment on dress code, but Coco must have felt violated by the indiscretion.
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| Full Bar! A promoter's prayers answered |
We eventually snagged a table and a friend ordered bubbly-bottle service. Champagne appeared to be the classy carbonated alternative to beer all around the room that night. Later I spotted someone across from us looking all like a “white Fantasia Barino,” to which Coco replied “didn’t she try to kill herself?” Is nothing sacred? The rumor mill just won’t quit; even at Nobu, our former American Idol can’t catch a break. She has a new album out.
We spent the rest of the night discussing things like a recent spread featuring models holding handbags and dressed as bears, and what to wear to the aloha bears party at Hula’s. TBD.
DOA? : No need. The champagne will go straight to your head.
HAUNT OR EXORCISE? : I’ll haunt Nobu another night. Plus, I really want to eat there sometime. I’ve been told I’ll love it.
NOBU WAIKIKI
2233 Helumoa Road
(Waikiki Parc Hotel, lobby level)
Honolulu, HI 96815
coco legs is my fav!
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