Located smack in the middle of Paradise Circle, Maharaja Bar is one of the oldest establishments in this line of public entertainment. The entrance to the bar leaves a lot to be desired. And in a city of ridiculous desires, the entrance is best left to visions induced by eating too many spices.
One of the larger bars, or rather an orchestra bar, Maharaja is divided into three sections, one of which is air-conditioned, and the other two are air-cooled. These halls have seemingly plush seating arrangements and the indispensable monosyllabic waiters. Apart from the liquor, of which there is a whole arsenal, Maharaja also caters to the gastronomic delights of the third kind. Namely, food.
Like at the other orchestra bars, the revelry here too starts in the evening. However, the food here definitely won't be the main draw, since this bar is located in the middle of the Paradise
food brotherhood. So if you're looking for food, make sure you glance at the menus once it's real dark and the singing takes a grip of your drunken stupor.
This is a man's bar, because that just sounds right. I mean, a ladies bar doesn't quite have the same ring to it. The food seems ample, as is the liquor. The singers are ample, too. So if you have ample amounts of money, please pay me so that I can go to night school and learn another word for ample.