Adjacent to the did-Walt-Disney-throw-up-in-here main lobby of Atlantis, Barazura’s view of the atrium’s mighty glass sculptural mess and giant rotating oyster shells is, alas, obscured by an ineptly plonked pillar. But worry not: there’s still plenty to amuse (and bemuse) the eyes and ears in this relatively refined enclave: an iridescent shell-plated bar, jaunty cocktail stirrers adorned with blue plastic crustacea, a grand piano (white, naturally) and a Celine-channelling singer whose heart goes on and on and on and on. You get the impression that, if it were possible, all drinks orders at Barazura would come stacked in pyramid formation. The emphasis is on high-quality staples Ã‚— Singapore Slings, Manhattans and the like Ã‚— although some of the cocktails are so very ’80s you expect Tom Cruise to jump from behind one of the banquettes. Now that’s a scary thought.