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Everything's coming up Rosewood
Life, Parisa Pichitmarn, Published on 29/06/2018
» Rosewood is not a name that rings any personal bells, but I first unknowingly came across it while on a night out in Beijing. The so-far-lousy night took a turn when the social editor of a high-society magazine ushered me to get off my stool at the dingy bar we were in. We were first-timers in Beijing and unlike the Western press in the group, she was in no mood for pole dancers and Mandarin rock covers. She was the most well-informed and refined tippler of the Thai group, so we trustingly followed her taste to Rosewood Beijing, knowing whatever it was, it wasn't going to be the Chinese version of Patpong. It was the right decision, the one we should have gone with three hours earlier. What greeted us upon arrival were stunning high ceilings, stylish understatement and immense relief that there are chic and modern places to head to in the post-Mao capital.