Nali Patio Reopens to the Public Today, Jul 8

After a crazy week of handover nightmares, sudden demolitions, and all kinds of drama, Nali Patio reopens to the public today (Jul 8).

We have received confirmation from El Barrio, Daruma, Bottega, M Natural, and Wagyukami that they will be reopening with usual business hours. The Bell & Terrazza Martini will also be reopening, but only for indoor dining. Their terrace will be closed for the time being in light of ongoing Covid restrictions.

The only standout is Moka Bros, who informed the Beijinger that they will not be reopening this week. We have also not heard back from the team behind Mosto and La Social as of press time.

Other spots, like Bei 27, also appeared as if they'll be open as usual when we visited. Plus, we got word from our sources that Spanish restaurant Niajo has renewed their contract, so we can expect that they will be reopening soon too.

As we reported last week, the Sanlitun nightlife and dining spot behind Taikooli found itself in a bind when the spot’s outgoing property manager, who was unable to renew their sublease following a dispute with Nali’s owner regarding rent agreements, hired a demolition crew who wreaked havoc on the complex in an attempt to reportedly bring Nali back to what it was when the sublease began over a decade ago.

Nali Patio was then temporarily closed by the local government due to safety concerns, with current property manager Jiaming Properties, who took over on midnight Jul 1, working to clean up and get Nali reopened as quickly as possible.

We can now safely say Nali Patio is open for business, and will keep you informed on goings on in the space moving forward.

READ: Outgoing Landlord Wreaks Havoc on Nali Patio

Images: Katie Coy

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BauLuo wrote:

Last night I dreamt of hosannas ringing throughout the land, jubilation and angelic trumpet blastings of joy as the stolid masses of humanity were released from severe deprivation and hardship. As I woke from slumber, I lay for a while, cogitating over what possible meaning this dream could presage. I stumble from bed to computer, hopeful for news. Perhaps Justin Trudeau has been in an airplane crash, I think optimistically.

Then onto the Beijinger, with the above notification. Now I understand.

Actually this is a disaster. It means a news drought for TBJ. I suppose I could try to help. Stage a sex scandal. Sadly, we solo acts tend to get ignored.

Mebbe TBJ could hold a contest. Whoever breaks his post's CAPCHA code first gets an ice cream based ice cream product or sumpin. I mean, I KNOW there are secret messages in the codes. Had I cracked one in time a couple years back, COVID had never happened.

Did you hear about that weird guy down in Sanlitun? Fat guy, ...yah, mutton chopps. Yeah, he was a waiguouren, weilding a pen and a notepadl attempting to enter Nali Pisstiao. He was accosted, pen and paper absconded from, and left bereft to hitchhick to Hebei. I am sure that the Beijingerr is on this case.

Gino. Aintcha got better things to do of a Saturday afternoon?

I am Doktor Aethelwise Snapdragoon.

Last night I dreamt of hosannas ringing throughout the land, jubilation and angelic trumpet blastings of joy as the stolid masses of humanity were released from severe deprivation and hardship. As I woke from slumber, I lay for a while, cogitating over what possible meaning this dream could presage. I stumble from bed to computer, hopeful for news. Perhaps Justin Trudeau has been in an airplane crash, I think optimistically.

Then onto the Beijinger, with the above notification. Now I understand.

I am Doktor Aethelwise Snapdragoon.