Slip past the dining room at Sunness Supper Club, find the discreet staircase and follow the glow. At the top, a red door awaits. Open it, and Bar Betty reveals itself … less a bar, more a mood.
The first impression is cinematic. Deep crimson banquettes curve around low cocktail tables. Tin ceilings shimmer overhead. Art Deco wallpaper catches the light just enough to feel dramatic without trying too hard. One wall glows with a mosaic of warm metallic tiles, reflecting candlelight like a thousand tiny spotlights. It’s intimate but not cramped, polished but not precious. You settle in and instantly feel like you’re in on something.
The room unfolds in layers. A Far-East-inspired foyer nods to the building’s past, with lantern-style lighting casting a sultry, amber wash over dark walls. Then the main lounge opens up: low stage at the ready, perfect for torch singers and burlesque nights that lean all the way into the Roaring ’20s fantasy. When the music starts, conversations soften. Glassware clinks. The space hums.
And then there are the cocktails.
Bar Betty doesn’t do dull. The James and the Spicy Peach mixes Ghost tequila with Ancho Reyes and peach syrup for a sweet-heat moment that lingers. The Fluffy Dream arrives silky and cloud-topped, bright with gin and apricot. Even the non-alcoholic Black Betty, built with guava and lime, feels like a proper night out.
This isn’t a pop-in-for-one situation. It’s a settle-into-the-velvet, order-another-round, lose-track-of-time kind of place. In a city that loves a waterfront view, Bar Betty proves sometimes the best scene is upstairs, behind a red door.
