Bok “Doc Bok” M.
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The Maze Bar invites visitors with a simple price of admission: the purchase of one drink. But that single token grants entry into a labyrinth unlike any other.
At first glance, the bar’s modest façade belies the world within. Inside, the space unfolds like a secret garden, compressed yet sprawling from the dim cellar up through multiple floors. The rooms snake and twist, corridors narrowing and widening, each corner revealing new surprises.
Walls and ceilings are alive with carvings of creatures and abstract shapes, surfaces crowded with tales in relief. It’s easy to see why the name “Maze” fits. Each turn risks getting delightfully lost, the intricate sculptures pulling the eye like magnets.
Small alcoves provide intimate seating, with stylized benches carved from wood or stone that invite pairs or small groups to linger, sharing drinks and conversation.
Certain areas bear distinct themes folded into the maze. One corner submerges you in oceanic fantasy, walls alive with octopuses and starfish that seem to swim in the subdued light. On another floor, delicate bridges arch over narrow gaps, and winding steps spiral upwards, each ascent a small adventure.
Reaching the top floor reveals why the bar is also known as the 100 Roof Bar. The ceiling lifts away, opening onto a mosaic of rooftops stretching beyond the building’s bounds. The maze extends even here on these rooftops, an intricate puzzle of levels and passageways.
The only downside to my visit was that the place felt very empty for a Friday night. I wandered past a few unmanned bars, so perhaps I was just there at the wrong time. Maybe it would be livelier had I visited later, or it's just not as popular as other bars in the area.