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For the past couple of months, He Said, She Said has been beckoning passers-by with its incandescently neon colour scheme and echoing music. Touted to be India's first shot bar, the place sees a regular stream of people (college students and older) trooping in and weaving out. At quarter a century, we felt these youthful shenanigans beyond us and never indulged the restaurant with more than a wistful glance. After a week's schizophrenic weather, however, some colourful indiscretion seemed just the ticket and a gloomy weekday saw us entering He Said, She Said's lurid environs.
The shot menu is the size of a film poster with a stimulating cast of characters. Shots range from the flaming variety to alcohol-soaked ice cream and a motley choice in between. With base spirits ranging from liqueurs and tequila to an entire wavy spectrum of alcohol in between, the management is clearly not a big supporter of "don't mix your drinks". Though the shots menu clearly hogs one's attention, there is also a drinks as well as a food menu. Caveat to those looking to line their stomachs with some solids prior to their liquid intake: most of the dishes are as doused in alcohol as one's table will be at the end of the meal.
After a long and arduous debate between an Aamasutra and an Aam Panna (it is summer after all), we end up parched but with a decided cast list of shots. These ranged from the standard (Berry Berry Nice — berries with a vodka base) to the innovative (Delhi 6 — flavours of Delhi with a vodka base) to the plain frivolous (We don't Know — a kind of drinks roulette, different every time). As an afterthought — this is a bar after all — we decide to order some food, a Jhoomta Jhinga (how can one not) and Mary had a Crispy Lamb (which appeals to our macabre sensibilities).