The door to the bar was unmarked and black, with no signs or anything marking its existence. There was a man standing outside of it who looked cold and bored.
“Is this it?” I said to my friends Michaela and Lauren as we locked our bikes and leaned them against the wall.
“It might be,” Michaela said.
We walked over to the man, who was a big round guy with a rosy face that poked out beneath a scarf and hat.
“Zefside?” I said.
“Yes, do you have your IDs?” He said with a Danish accent. I was not used to getting IDed in Copenhagen, ever, but I handed him my New York license anyway.
We walked down the stairs and into the cocktail bar. It was dim, almost to the point where everyone around us looked like silhouettes. My attention was immediately grabbed by the music floating around in the room.
The music. The funkiest, greatest, grooviest music I had ever heard. Everyone around me was dancing with themselves, swaying side to side as the beat vibrated the floor, grabbed their feet and made them dance.
Zefside is by far my favorite bar in Copenhagen, and it’s because of the music. The bar is small and tends to get quite busy as the hours tick into the early morning, which is the only downside (their drinks are also quite expensive, although they do have good Happy Hour deals).
As the night crept on, there were a few instances when people started break dancing in the middle of the bar. Their legs seemed weightless as they bounced up and down, back and forth; the beat directing their moves. I watched with a smile plastered on my face. With the funky music playing in the background, I felt like I had walked into some secret hippy-like club with a “Make Love Not War” type atmosphere. I loved it.
I need this music, I thought to myself as I went over to the DJ in the corner of the room.
“Where can I get your music? It’s amazing,” I said.
“Zefside soundcloud,” he said, a smile creeping onto his face. I quickly wrote it down in my phone.
The rest of the night was filled with good vibes from the music and the happiness it brought with it. Throughout the rest of the semester, I returned to Zefside a countless number of times, falling in love with it a little more every time I visited.
Listen to Zefside here– I know you want to! (14, 11, 8 and 5 are my favorites).