None the better or worse for being now owned by the Seminole tribe of Florida, HRC Mumbai was worth the visit. The service has been derided by some press, but I found it’s only the constraint of popularity and not the initiative that is lacking (unlike the London HRC, which stretches the concept of ‘stiff upper lip’ to near rudeness, in spite of boasting the best collection, and a vault). Admittedly, it is crowded. And yet, they did well to dispense with my fear that once we reach, I’ll see Sonu Nigam’s guitar or Bappi Lahiri’s sunglasses framed above the bar. At 6000 sq. ft., it is decidedly large (the third I hear, after Barca and Abu Dhabi, but chirpier than the Barcelona HRC definitely, though the prices are pretty direct conversions of the euro prices, notwithstanding PPP). The quietest HRC I’ve been to in the world is Amsterdam, but that’s probably because it’s a long stoned ride from the main attractions of the city, and the population is mostly visiting tourist. Anyhow, rock on Mumbai.