Cities are like women. They’re only yours at night.
Colombo’s a classy city. The upper class has cars and the lower class doesn’t. It’s like knights and horses really.
As such, the nightspots I know tend to be car based, drive thrus. Street food.
Those are the places that make money, so those are the places that keep the lights on. At night the only stuff you see are the casinos, the karaoke bars, the Juliana Hotel. For like a month the neon lights were out and it read Juliana Ho. That was fun.
At the lower class there’s ‘Turf Accountants’, where alcoholics bet on invisible horses.
The upper classes in Colombo manipulate the stock market. The lower classes bet on horse races in England. I don’t know if Sporting Times is open all night, but that light is always on, all over the city. The country really.
I went in once and it was like a brokers office, all papers and TV screens. Local dudes were betting on horses they would never see, if they’d seen horses at all.
Pilawoos. Pila. The real owner of the brand Kottu (though their Kottu isn’t extraordinary). You can also get a Cheese Roti (like a burrito I guess, with chicken). And bad herb.
Like any successful brand in Colombo, Pilawoos has been pirated. There are like seven Pilawoos around the city (New Pilawoos, New New Pilawoos). I don’t even know what the real one is anymore. Another thing is Nana’s on Galle Face Green. There are like five Nanas on Galle Face Green.
If the city has a sclerotic heart, it would be Slave Island. It was a place for African slaves, surrounded by a crocodile infested lake. Then it became a Malay hood, surrounded by an effluent infested lake. Now the lake is cleaned up and the hood is going to gentrify real fast.