Some bars want you. They flash neon signs, blast music loud enough to shatter your eardrums, and throw bouncers at you like overenthusiastic recruiters. MTW Bar, however, plays hard to get. You don’t just walk in. You ring a bell.
So, there we were, standing outside a nondescript door in Panjim on a Saturday night, post-dinner, post-cocktails, post-that-questionable last shot someone insisted was a “good idea.” We rang the bell. A pause. A moment of suspense. And then—entry granted.
Welcome to the Red Room
Oh. My. Goodness. MTW isn’t a bar. It’s a portal. One moment, you’re in Goa; the next, you’re in a world bathed in red. It’s as if someone took a regular bar, dipped it in a pot of molten neon, and then said, You know what this needs? An office theme.
Yes, an office theme. But not the kind with sad sandwiches and printers that never work. The cool kind. The kind where the lighting is low and moody, where everything feels deliberately effortless, where the bar is stocked better than some people’s retirement funds.
To the left? A wall of past patrons’ photos. Some look like legends. Some look like they barely survived the night. All of them probably rang the same bell and walked into this scarlet dream, much like us.
The Crowd: A Cocktail of Its Own
The people at MTW are as eclectic as the decor. A mix of foreigners, locals, hipsters, people who look like they own yachts, and people who look like they haven’t paid rent in months but somehow still know where all the cool places are. Everyone is just… there, vibing, as if this is the only place that matters in the world.
The Drinks: Well, We Had Beer
Look, I’d love to wax poetic about MTW’s cocktails—how they’re mixed, how they taste, how they make you feel like a better version of yourself. But we didn’t have any. Because we’d already downed enough cocktails earlier in the night.
So, beers it was. Cold, crisp, and just what we needed to settle into the place.
The Food: Probably Great, But We Wouldn’t Know
We got a few bar snacks. They looked good. Probably tasted good too. But we weren’t here to eat. We were here to sit back, soak in the atmosphere, and enjoy whatever strange, wonderful energy was flowing through this place.
The Ambience: Super Chill, Super Cool, Super Everything
MTW doesn’t scream for your attention—it lures you in and keeps you there. The music? Fantastic. The playlist? On point. The whole place had that perfect level of buzz—not too loud, not too quiet, just right.
And honestly? We could have stayed longer. But life, responsibility, and the unfortunate reality of needing sleep eventually pulled us away.
Would I Go Back? 100%. Would I Recommend It? Absolutely.
MTW isn’t for everyone. It’s for people who like their bars with a bit of mystery, their drinks with a side of character, and their nights out with a hint of something slightly surreal. It’s not your typical Goa bar. It’s better.
So, if you like your after-work drinks somewhere that feels like a secret, go ring the bell.
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