The mad cousin of the Bosco Cafe, the Bosco Bar has removed itself from the old world finery of its predecessor and created a uniquely wacky and hip space for wining and dining in. Curvy monochrome chairs, benches hanging from the ceiling, a purple and orange striped bar and colourful murals all contribute to the feeling that you're part of a seventies acid-trip. Meanwhile the food is no less bizarre: on top of Italian fusion cuisine you can order icecream in flavours that only a raving loon would be able to dream up. Two scoops of tobacco anyone?
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