Recently opened: Misfornøyelsesbar, Oslo’s worst bar – ever

There are chairs so small your butt won't fit in no matter its size. Colours so bright your brain will ache. Flabby sexual organs lurking everywhere, and blood-injected eyes watching your every move. A giant flashing puking sculpture. A complaint box that doubles up as a shredding machine (pure genius). A horror cabinet. Hallucination-inducing lava style lighting. The occasional screaming mad man. And much more.

 

Photo: Marie Peyre

 

Every hour is unhappy hour here (!) and the staff never smile. They could be less polite though. Waiting time at the bar could be longer, and the toilets could be a lot filthier too (yes, everything can always be worse!). But I suppose you can only take the discontent concept so far. And maybe it's just as well.

 

Whether it's the neon paint artwork or customised wallpaper and upholstery, the slogans printed on the walls or the hand-made stained-glass window, there is no questioning the originality of the place. And the fun factor is high. The devil, as always, is in the detail. What's hanging under your bar stool? Who's the man with the swastika tattooed on his forehead? Look up, look down, and look closely – the rooms will reveal their secrets, one at a time. Even the hooks under the shelves spell out a hidden message. So does the writing on the ceiling (if you only manage to look the right way).

 

Photo: Marie Peyre