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[hyonthesobagirl]

[thehungrykat1]

Raffles Makati's Long Bar Features Sundowner Special and Exploration of Regions Cocktail Collection

Raffles Makati's iconic Long Bar is proud to announce its latest Happy Hour promotion called the Sundowner Special. From 5:00pm to 7:00pm daily, guests can indulge in a delightful experience with free-flowing drinks and a Chef's Sampler platter for only P1,100++ per person. Not only that, the Long Bar is also some new beverages from their Exploration of Regions cocktail collection which are available all evening long.

Located at the lobby floor just beside Raffles Makati's main entrance, the Long Bar is a charming and lively place frequented by hotel guests, business executives and society’s top personalities all with outstanding taste and high standards. This has always been my favorite spot to enjoy drinks and snacks with my friends which I truly missed during the pandemic. That's why I'm really happy to be back here at Raffles Makati to try some of their exciting new cocktails.

The Long Bar in Raffles Makati is styled after the original Long Bar in Raffles Singapore which opened way back in 1887. There is this distinct classic ambiance that you immediately notice once you step inside the Long Bar with its wooden interiors and dark and mellow lighting setting the mood.

The Long Bar experience extends beyond its exquisite cocktails. Guests can immerse themselves in the enchanting ambiance of the bar together with the nightly live entertainment offering soothing music.

The Sundowner Special at Raffles Makati's Long Bar promises an unforgettable evening of relaxation, indulgence, and camaraderie. Available daily from 5:00pm to 7:00pm, the Sundowner Special is the perfect opportunity to unwind and enjoy a fantastic selection of beverages. For beer enthusiasts, the promotion includes Draught San Miguel Light and Pale Pilsen, Draught Weihenstephaner Helles Lager, and Hefe Weissbier.

Spirit enthusiasts can indulge in choices like Absolut, Bacardi Superior, Beefeater, Ballantine’s Finest, and Olmeca Reposado. Cocktail aficionados will love the selection of iconic concoctions, which includes the iconic Long Bar Singapore Sling, Piña Libre, Lychee Martini, Titibok-tibok, and Rusty Nail. Additionally, wine enthusiasts can delight in the night's featured red and white wines.

To elevate the experience further, Long Bar is also proud to unveil a delectable new menu, expertly crafted to complement the array of delightful drinks on offer.

Guests can indulge in a Trio of Chicharon with enticing flavors of Cajun, Salted Egg, and Wasabi, as well as the must-try North’s Pork Sisig and Bacolod Chicken Inasal Skewers Chili bringing unique regional flavors to the table. For a taste of Singapore, the Savor Singapore Sampler is a tantalizing combination of Chicken Satay, Chili Crab Spring Roll, Char Kway Teow, and Kaya Toast.

Aside from the Sundowner Special, guests can also embark on a flavorful journey as Long Bar is proud to unveil its latest creative offering - the "Exploration of Regions" cocktail collection. Developed in collaboration with Moet Hennessy Philippines, this exceptional assortment of cocktails promises to take guests on an unforgettable and tantalizing journey through the diverse flavors of the Philippines.

The Exploration of Regions collection pays homage to the unique and vibrant regions of the Philippines - Baguio, Calabarzon, Bicol, Batangas, Mindoro, Zamboanga, and Davao Del Norte. Each cocktail captures the essence of its respective region, using its most known produce and carefully curated by Long Bar's talented mixologists.

After our delightful Design & Dine dinner at the Social Lounge in Raffles and Fairmont Makati last week, we headed down to Long Bar for a nightcap and got ready to explore the Philippines' regions through these colorful cocktails.

The Purple Yam combines the royalty of Volcan Blanco Tequila and ube liqueur, an enchanting blend inspired by the mystical allure of Mindoro. This is a very pretty beverage that packs quite a powerful punch.

I went for the Manzanilla Blossom which is inspired by the lush lands of Batangas. This concoction lets guests experience the harmonious fusion of Glenmorangie X Whisky and tangy lemon juice. A bag of complimentary peanuts is served on each table which is also one of the trademark appetizers at Long Bar.

On the other hand, the Kahel de Bicolandia captures the fiery essence of Bicol as it will ignite your taste buds with Belvedere Vodka infused with a hint of chili.

There's also Little Baguio, a delightful blend of Volcan Blanco Tequila and fresh strawberries, reminiscent of the serene beauty of Baguio's mountains.

One uniquely Filipino cocktail is the Chavacano Sour. This combines the richness of Hennessy VS, Cointreau simple syrup, and pickled spicy green mango, a tropical escape paying tribute to Zamboanga's cultural heritage. You can really smell the pickled green mango even from afar which gives this its unique character.

The Moringa Blast has a colorful and healthful essence of Belvedere Vodka and Malunggay juice, drawing inspiration from the verdant landscapes of Calabarzon.

We saved the best cocktail for last as we concluded our exploration of regions with the Banana Del Norte. This enchanting beverage is inspired by the lush landscapes of Davao Del Norte and comes with a captivating fusion of Glenmorangie X Whisky.

The Exploration of Regions cocktail collection is now available exclusively at Long Bar of Raffles Makati Hotel which is open daily, from 5:00pm to 12:00mn on Sundays to Thursdays, and until 1:00am on Fridays and Saturdays. Don't miss the chance to indulge in these unique and captivating creations that celebrate the essence of the Philippines' diverse regions. 

Long Bar Makati

G/F Raffles Makati, 1 Raffles Drive, Makati Avenue, Makati City

7795-1840

www.raffles.com/makati

www.facebook.com/RafflesMakati

Instagram: @longbarmakati

[nelliesnellie]

I had one goal going into my first Tetris tournament (yes those exist, and whats more they exist for the GameBoy version). That goal was to not embarrass myself. And while I didn't win, I figure I succeeded in my objective.

I mean, I got swept in the first match. Totally knocked off my feet. I think played well! I was just against quite a high level player. But I put up a decent fight and hit level 20, the top level in this version.

This is the moment where I lost. See that misdrop? If the longbar there was one space to the right, I would've been able to drop that J in next to it, clearing the line and allowing me to dig back down. But alas! I fucked up the landing.

Honestly what really got me were the nerves. For part of the game I managed to just chill out and play (courtesy in part to The Cocteau Twins on my speaker). But the nerves just got to me, I was sweating and overthinking and struggling to keep my hands steady. If I was that focused and playing relaxed, I could have finished the chasedown and at least not been swept lol.

Shout out to Toni though - a phenomenal player and a gracious opponent!

You may notice that I don't have the device to record video off of the GameBoy. I just put my phone in webcam mode and point it at the screen. Which I kind of like because there's a kind of immersion or nostalgia or something looking at the screen. And I can show off the "GameGirl" customization. But it would also be nice to have good clean video, that matches everyone else's. Maybe by next time I'll be able to cough the 70 bucks or whatever it costs to get an Interceptor. We'll see.

Anyway. I had. So much fucking fun today. And I look forward to playing the next one in November!

[classic-tetris]

april has been busy!

fractal has continued his domination over competitive tetris, with a killscreen-speed dig for the ages to win a third consecutive CTM event in the deciding game against gerald freeman...

alex t is dominating the score world records, being the first to reach "satan spawn" on the original cartridge and then crashing the game AGAIN on his very next try!

and noah "pace master" dengler achieved the first ever perfect game, with an insane 43 tetrises in a row from a level 18 start to max out the score counter with no lines wasted! give it up 👏

special mention this month goes to hydrantdude, the original rollover-er and community educator on how the game works, making a PB jump to 2.3 million! he's on the rise, and i expect to see him somewhere in the top 25 in this month's premiere poll of tetris journalists...

that's all for now! in may, i expect to see a lot of familiar faces getting back in practice as CTWC 2024 is just around the corner - i'll be giving my personal predictions on that event as it gets closer...

may the longbars be ever in your favor!

-jynx

[flyingkikiam]

The Long Bar is waiting #singaporesling #visitsingapore #longbar #raffleshotel #rafflessg #raffleshotelsingapore #wheninsingapore #backpacking (at Raffles Hotel Singapore) https://www.instagram.com/p/CkKkp7rLkRg/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[kokokumaduy]

Chillaz with Tony, AnAnand Vi at the #LongBar along Nguyen Hue before the lockdown.. all the priors before the massive locks and Directives.. #VNchill #VNbar #throwback . . . #love #instagood #fashion #beautiful #happy #art #photography #style #travel #life #cute #hiso #luxury #lifestyle #VNLifestyle #like4like #photooftheday #picoftheday #instamood (at The Long Bar) https://www.instagram.com/p/CQRAaa9nvIH/?utm_medium=tumblr

[philippe-manson]

Self-Portrait with a peanut NY view from the room Acrylique 100X81 40F #acrylicpaint #contemporaryart #philippemanson #makingof #details #painting #raffleshotel #rafflessingapore #longbar #singapore #raffles #raffleshotelsingapore https://www.instagram.com/p/B0lhU0uImPT/?igshid=1iptho1p8piiz

[akadama2003]

#素敵な時間が流れます。 @#上海 @#longbar (上海 外灘 the Bund Shanghai) https://www.instagram.com/p/BzLjB8gBZ1mydA1LIIuyDFMHw-BX0O7i4qZmhs0/?igshid=16sp7lbh3pt0w

[hkrammrealtor]

Gin Sling - um no thanks! A $26 beer instead at the Long Bar. Guess one has to do these things. Hotel itself reopening in Aug after big refurb. . . #raffles #singapore #ginsling #longbar #peanutsonfloor #wp #socialrealtor #beautifuldestinations #realtor #yaletown #theevlist (at Raffles Hotel Singapore) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bwv3PX-hOsJ/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1dlcd47ul3me6

[ionized4091]

#OpeningDay tradition of catching a ton of ballgames @ the Long Bar w my Tigers fan friend. #PinstripePride . . . #yankeesbaseball #yankees #NewYorkYankees #tigers #detroittigers #thed #longbar #thelongbar #thedhotel #thedlasvegas #dtlv #downtown #downtownlv #fremont #fremontst #casino #bar #⚾️ #sports #drinking #lasvegas #vegas #fremontlv #baseball #mlb #majorleaguebaseball (at Long Bar @ The D) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bvmo6kFFuoQ/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1vjxv8gw7cmz0

[madrimk]

The #original #singaporesling #longbar #raffles #singapore (at Long Bar) https://www.instagram.com/madrim/p/BuuY4uPD9OW/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1l77x65q8bdhc

[theplaneman]

This overpriced cocktail comes with a free oversized bag of peanuts . . . . . #sin #singapore #raffles #longbar #bar #drink #singaporesling #gay #gaypilot #sling #cocktail #fan #alcohol #tourist #pilotlife #crewlife #stopover #overnight (at Long Bar) https://www.instagram.com/p/BtVHR4Xl6Go/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1bi9fps6myx78

[ninusnews]

El bar donde tiras las cáscaras de mani al piso! 🐿👏🏼 ✨🍹trago “de la India”. Con azafran😋 @longbar #longbar #viajar #singapur #singapore (at Raffles Hotel Singapore) https://www.instagram.com/p/BsZ-msklDPR/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=16g4fy56k853k

[blunted215]

Getting my @livefromphilly on at Longbar

[andreykalashnikov]

Long bar при старейшем отеле Raffles. Здесь был придумал коктейль Сингапур Слинг. Обязательным в баре является бросание на пол скорлупы от бесплатного в неограниченном колличестве арахиса. #longbar #singapore #raffles #singaporesling (at Long Bar)

[hawkeish]

Those prompts are so hard to choose from! But how about "We were dancing but all of a sudden it’s a slow song and we’re standing here awkwardly staring at each other" for whoever you feel like writing?

I am SO sorry it's taken me an entire month to finish this (writer’s block is the worst am I right ladies!). But I love this prompt - although I took a few liberties - and it screamed Carver/Merrill, so here you go...

Rated T, CWs for implied character death, death mention

1.9k (I have no restraint)

Read on AO3 // Read my other Carver/Merrill fic (it’s referenced a couple of times)

Carver’s perfectly happy where he is.

Leaning against the rough stone wall with a drink in hand, that is. Watching Ri make a tit out of herself, as usual.

The Hanged Man’s packed, warm as a funeral pyre and smelling almost as ripe. Word obviously got round that it was the night before the big expedition: half of Lowtown must be squeezed in here. They’re all eager to toast with Kirkwall’s most eminent storyteller and his new, stabby, impulse-control-free muse, before they set off on their quest for riches and honour and whatever other noble shite lies abandoned beneath the surface.

At least, that’s how Varric’s telling it. Carver’s not sure exactly what’s noble about plundering some dead dwarves’ abandoned thaig. But if it makes his mother happy and his sister finally proud—and if it means his longbar blade can taste the innards of as many darkspawn as he could dream of, for Beth—he’s not going to argue.

Strange to think this is his last night on the surface for a while. And that he’s spending it here, of all places. Something in him flutters with worry at the thought as he tries to tune out the musicians from over in the corner, who’ve kindly decided to abuse some lutes and fiddles. Could this be his last ale? The last full moon he’ll ever see? The last chance he’ll get to be with all these irritating people in one room, together?

But worry’s for bairns and people who can’t hit hard enough to knock teeth out. So Carver buries his nerves with another swig of his drink, then settles back against the wall and does what he likes to do best: observes.

Like some silver-tongued dragon lazed upon a wordhord, Varric’s planted himself on the tallest stool at the bar, surrounded by the usual mob of ruddy cheeked patrons eating up his every word. Half of which will be lies, but that’s good for business; the Hawkes wouldn’t be in on this trip if Varric had a predilection for honesty, after all. Beside him, Isabela’s flashing a grin sharper than her knives and adding flowery embellishment any time Varric pauses for effect. Across from her, Aveline’s desperately trying to counter whatever salacious gossip the pirate’s spreading. Judging by the look on the warrior’s face, it doesn’t seem to be working.

Meanwhile, Ri’s by the fire with Anders, unsurprisingly. She’s tipsy, attempting to flirt by playing demon’s advocate; he’s taking her bait and gesticulating wildly, like usual. They’ve been spending a strange amount of time together recently. Debating—mage this, mage that, freedom, whatever. Carver wouldn’t normally care, only these arguments leave them both blushing and breathless and grinning like fools, and the whole thing’s slightly sickening. Of course Marian would be interested in the possessed apostate. Reckless infatuation is a Hawke family trait.

Whatever they’re banging on about now, it’s drowned out by the music, thank the Maker. If Fenris could hear, the mood wouldn’t be half as merry. But, Carver realises, as his eyes dart around the bustling room in search of that familiar flash of white hair, Fenris is occupied.

In the middle of the tavern, they’ve haphazardly shoved the tables and benches to the side, to make a little space. And in the centre of that dusty, empty floor, as the music gets much faster and much worse, Fenris is dancing.

With Merrill. Who’s got hold of the other elf by the wrists and is whirling him around in a mad circle, looking delighted—maybe more delighted than Carver thinks he’s ever seen her. Eyes wide as moons, smile wild and even wider. And Maker, she looks lovely, too. Cast in a hazy golden glow by the torch-flame, she moves so easily that all Carver can think of is sunlight…

Andraste’s flaming ass. Carver pulls his gaze away, forces himself to gulp some beer, tries to ignore the weird feeling wriggling around his ribcage. Don’t do this, he thinks. Since the moment by the vhenadahl, he told himself he wouldn’t think about Merrill this way. Merrill, his sister’s friend. Merrill, the blood mage. She’s not sunlight. She’s—

“Merrill!” Fenris squawks. The sound knocks Carver from his fluster; he’s not sure he’s ever heard Fenris squawk before. But the warrior looks almost panicked, and very much as though he wishes that he could melt into the floor. “Can you please let me—”

“Not like that!” She’s saying excitedly, pulling at Fenris’ arm, nudging him with her knee and the pointed tips of her toes as he tries, desperately, to wriggle out of her grip. As if egged on, the musicians suddenly strike up a different—but in no way better— jig. “Left foot first, remember, then you hop back a bit, then clap! Oh, you’re like a toddler! Or a little halla foal…”

Fenris makes a strangled noise of protest. “I am not! And I do not wish to hop, Merrill—”

Merrill laughs: the sound’s like chimes, floating over the new reel, and it makes Carver’s skin prickle and flush in that weird, horrible, lovely way. “You have the rhythm, Fenris! Just follow what I do!”

Fenris does have the rhythm. The exact moves, no—although whatever the exact moves are, Carver can’t work out: there’s a lot of spinning and and whirling and jumping and, on Fenris’ part, flailing in many directions. But at least Fenris is doing all the wrong actions at all the right times. There’s something almost hypnotic about it, almost graceful. Between the two elves, Carver doesn’t know where to look.

Knowing where he wants to look is a different matter. Even with Fenris as distraction, Carver’s gaze can’t help but drift past him, to Merrill. She has her eyes half-closed and her head tilted to the sky, a perfect smile on her face—

“Carver!”

And then her head’s whipped around, her eyes are open and locked right on him, and her smile’s so bright and so caught-off-guard that it’s making Carver feel slightly lightheaded. Because Fenris has finally managed to slip out of her hold, has called Carver’s name loud enough to wake the dead—or the very drunk—and is charging towards him like a man possessed.

“Oh no,” Fenris declares drily, as he bridges the gap and pulls Carver’s near full-to-the-brim mug of ale from the warrior’s hands in one, smooth movement. “Just as I thought! It looks like Carver needs another drink.”

He does? Carver blinks down at his empty hands, then up at the elf. “I do?”

Looking him dead in the eye, Fenris smiles wickedly and proceeds to tip most of Carver’s beer onto the straw-covered floor.

“How clumsy of me!” Fenris declares drily. “It appears I owe you some of…” He wrinkles his nose at the damp straw. “Whatever that was.” Then, he claps Carver on the shoulder, the grin returning. “Well, what a shame I can’t return to Merrill. Enjoy your dance!”

Fenris’ friendly shove is hard enough to almost throw a man to the floor: Carver stumbles forward, almost toppling over, knocking into sweaty bodies. A mess of people has started to pack the dance-floor, merry and boisterous; they jostle Carver as he steadies himself, red-cheeked and mumbling apologies. Embarrassment fizzes in his stomach—pressed so close to strangers, he’s suddenly even more aware of his height and...well, brawn. Where Fenris was graceful and lithe, Carver’s a lump, taking up too much space. Although he can dance, kind of. He used to dance for Bethy, didn’t he? To make her laugh when she was upset. Carver’s special jig, she called it.

He hasn’t danced in a long time. Even when he’s been rat-arsed, or when Ri’s needed cheering up. Since Beth died, really. He’s not done a lot of things since she died. Perhaps, he thinks, a part of him went with her. Perhaps, he thinks, if he meets his own end in the Deep Roads, it wouldn’t be so bad—

“Carver!” comes a voice, cutting past the singing and the music and the thud of dozens of feet moving as one. “Carver, are you all right?”

And then Carver realises that he’s stood stock-still in the middle of a whirling mass, thinking of a dead girl, staring at nothing.

No. Not staring at nothing. Staring, he realises, as his vision focuses, directly at Merrill. Who’s stopped dancing, a frown clouding her features: she weaves past revellers, slipping through a gap in the crowd in front of him, until there’s barely a whisper of space between them.

A knot of nerves coils in Carver’s gut. The air’s warm as sin, but there’s gooseflesh prickling across his arms, and a weird chill running down his spine. The last time they were this close was beneath the sprawling branches of the vhenadahl. And look how that went.

“Me?” he answers, not sure where to look again. She’s all red-cheeked and breathless from dancing, and her eyes are sparkling, and Maker, he needs to stop. “Fine. I’m fine! I’m just…”

“Stood completely still,” Merrill notes. “In the middle of a… what was it?” Dodging a rogue elbow, she edges closer to him; somehow, even the smallest of her movements flow in time with the music swelling around them. “A ceilidh? We have a different name for dances like this. I’m not sure one of the moves we have is standing still, though. But you do it well. Very pensive. You’d make a fine statue.”

Is she taking the piss? Is she flirting? Carver’s muscles tighten as he becomes even more horribly aware of her presence. Slowly, palms clammy, he nods. “A ceilidh, yeah.”

“And you’re meant to have a partner for this kind of thing, no?” Merrill asks. “At least, that’s what I thought, although Fenris seemed a bit less…enthusiastic.”

Partners. Two people, dancing. Could he ask...

No. She wouldn’t want to. Not with him. The kid brother. The layabout. Why would she agree? Probably just to be polite, right? She’s always polite. And kind, and warm, and clever—

“Partner? I—yeah,” Carver mumbles again, trying to compose himself. Maker, why does she make him feel so muddled? So much for being less of a wet blanket. “I think.”

“Well.” She gestures to the other revellers, who’ve now started actively dancing around them, shooting them glares vicious enough to wilt flowers. “We look slightly silly, don’t we? Did you maybe…want to dance? With me, I mean. Although of course I meant that. Creators, listen to me.”

Dance. Does Carver want to dance, with Merrill?

No, he tells himself. Not at all. Not in front of everyone. Not front of his sister, who’ll never fucking shut up about it for the rest of her days.

Yes, everything else in him hollers. For they must look a bit ridiculous. And it is his last night up here. And, most of all, because Merrill’s looking at him in a way that makes him feel dizzy. The music’s suddenly slowing, softening, and for some reason, everything feels right.

A heartbeat passes.

Carver nods.

Merril doesn’t say anything, just smiles—a bright and blinding smile, one that makes everything around them fade to grey. Then, gently, she reaches out to take his hands, turns them over, and rests her palms on top of his.

“Follow what I do,” she murmurs, drawing her gaze up from their hands to him.

As the music slips away, and he can feel Merrill’s soft fingertips balanced light as air on his upturned wrists, Carver is perfectly happy where he is.