It’s certainly bent, but more bruised-banana brown than happy-smiley yellow. We don’t know what goes on behind the mirrored VIP door downstairs, but upstairs is a dark café with a litter of wooden cottage-style tables and chairs. Twigs on the ceiling add a rustic, fire-hazard charm. It looks like there’s a nice outdoor seating area, but it wasn’t being used when we visited in May. No menus in English, and we don’t know if the staff speak English because they didn’t bother to actually serve us.