Happily, it’s not just the impressive 360-degree view over the city that makes Atlas worth the visit. Unlike some of Yangon’s other rooftop bars, which let the shiny gold tourist magnet do all the work pulling in customers while they serve a few rubbish, over-priced cocktails, Atlas would be a great bar even without the view. The comfortable outdoor couches, chill-out music and tropical plants exude a laid-back, holiday vibe, so that 12 floors up from the chaotic street, cocktail in hand, you can almost imagine you’re at a fancy beach resort somewhere. Without the beach, obviously – there’s only so much some expensive deck furniture and a few glasses of fizz can do.
As well as an extensive selection of Moet champagnes and wine, there’s also a very reasonably priced cocktail menu, helpfully listed in order of potency. We opted for the “strong” Scorpion (K5000) – a boozy, fruity concoction with a refreshing kick – and the very gingery Ginger Cosmo (K4500), served with a spattering of fiery fresh ginger, which shot straight to the top of my favourite Yangon cocktails list (learn how to make it here). If your tipple of choice isn’t on the list the friendly staff can make it for you, or tell them your favourite flavours and they’ll knock you up something special.
There’s also a small but regularly changing selection of tapas from the Mahlzeit kitchen downstairs. The Dutch Bitterballen (K6000), a kind of croquette-come-meatball served with a mustard dip, were delicious, as were the delicate Thai Prawnballs (K8000), served on a stick of fragrant lemongrass. Admittedly, they’re pretty pricey for what are effectively a few mouthfuls, but if you’re knocking back a few of those Scorpions you could do a lot worse for a bar snack to keep you upright.
The kitchen did push the boundaries of acceptability a bit with the so-called “bacon-wrapped mini-hotdog”, which consisted of mostly dry bread and heaps of mayonnaise with a tiny blob of cheap sausage buried underneath. It was the kind of snack you might be forced to eat at a children’s party – except that the host presumably wouldn’t try to shaft you for K4000 afterwards. Here’s hoping a “regularly changing menu” means dropping the hotdog before any more of you make the same mistake.
Hotdog high jinks aside, I can’t think of a better high-up spot to spend a cool winter evening sipping cocktails. With more pizazz than expat-favourite Alfa, and far better cocktails than used-to-be-favourite Vista, the “OMG you can see Shwedagon!” factor is sure to win over visiting guests and the large seating areas make it a perfect spot to celebrate a special occasion.
Or, to put it simply: It was great. Go.