Palm 5 Beach Bar — Restaurant in Benalmádena

The Myth of Palm 5

I. The Midnight Gateway

Where the ancient moon sings to the tides, And the breath of Poseidon through the sea breeze glides, There stands Palm 5, unseen by most, A place where the realm of the living and the dead almost boast.

Five palm trees rise, like gods made of wood, Their roots delve into the ocean’s embrace, deep as they could. The wind carries whispers from realms far below, And the land itself hums with secrets aglow.

Their fronds, like spears, seem sharp with intent, Warding off those whose hearts are bent On seeking treasure, or fame, or gold— For only those pure in spirit are bold enough to hold.

II. The Siren’s Invitation

By day, the bar is quiet, its doors softly closed, But by night, its lanterns with secrets exposed, Glowing like embers in a darkened cave, Pulling the lost to its tides, both cruel and brave. The sea calls with a voice like a dream, A sound soft and haunting, part of the night’s gleam. A siren’s song, woven from the deep, Awakens the souls who wander, asleep. As the moon spills silver on the waves, The spirits of sailors rise from their graves. Their voices drift, a chorus of yearning, While the ocean below keeps quietly churning. For Palm 5 is a threshold, a crossing of sorts, Where reality bends and the myth distorts. Step too close and the sea will hold tight, Pulling you deeper, with each breath of night.

III. The Eternal Drink Inside Palm 5, where shadows weave, The air is thick with the scent of the sea's reprieve. The bar is carved from driftwood and bones, And the shelves are lined with bottles of unknown tones. Rum flows like rivers, but it’s more than it seems— For each sip from the glass is a journey through dreams. The liquid within swirls like stardust and foam, Filling the soul with visions unknown. Those who drink may see beyond sight, Glimpsing the depths of the sea’s eternal might. They may wander through forests where monsters sleep, Or dive to the trenches where the shadows creep. But beware, for the bar keeps a ledger of names, A record of those who’ve ventured through flames. For the gods of the sea never forget And those who stay too long may find themselves set— Into the current of fate, forever adrift, Caught in the myth, the ocean’s gift.

IV. The Curse of the Wrecked Ship

Every drink is a coin with two sides: One leads to wisdom, the other, a ride On a shipwrecked vessel that sails the dark, Tossed by waves, driven by the unseen spark. Legend tells of a sailor who once did sip, And found himself lost on a cursed ship. The hull was cracked, the sails torn and frayed, And the crew of the damned had forever stayed. These were no simple men of the shore, But sailors who’d journeyed from myth’s very core— Lost lovers of Nereids, thieves of Poseidon’s vaults, Their spirits trapped by their own faults. The ship, a ghostly form, sails through the night, With only the moon to bear witness to its flight. It appears, then vanishes, with each wave's roll, A warning to those who surrender their soul.

V. The Return of the Lost But not all who come to Palm 5 are damned, For some are the chosen, by fate's hand. The bar is a refuge for the heart that’s true, For those who long for adventure anew. To these, Palm 5 offers its embrace, A shelter from the world, a sacred space. The palm trees bow to them, their branches alight, A welcoming gesture in the deepening night. For Palm 5 is more than a simple place, It’s the meeting of worlds, the void’s gentle grace. Those who drink are touched by the ocean’s kiss, Their fates intertwined with the sea’s ancient bliss. And when the moon is full, the stars spinning wild, The sea itself beckons, soft and beguiled. The palm trees sway in a rhythm divine, As if the ocean’s heartbeat echoes...

Do not order cocktails! They make cocktails with sugar and water only, no alcohol or other flavours in it! So don't waste your money there. The "bartender" , if we can say that she is a bartender, was very rude and unprofessional when we pointed out that the cocktails are not cocktails but sugary water. The waitress forgot to bring some of the things we ordered, and she was very unhappy and unprofessional that we said that the cocktails were very bad,so she took the cocktails and brought us the same cocktails but added more water to them. Overall, it was a very disappointing experience with the staff and drinks, which ruined the experience of beautiful views...

By far the best beach bar in benalmadena, I’m not just saying this for sh— and giggles it really is the best. Categorically I can say cocktails are not watered down or made weak these are proper measures of proper alcohol. Happy hour 3-7 and as a group of 4 we took it in turns to enjoy these quite potent cocktails because if we didn’t take turns I’m sure we would’ve been in some sort of trouble in getting back to our apartment. Service is excellent, as if they know you. It’s just a great bar if you’re walking the sea front it would absolutely be rude …. So very rude not to pop in, even just for one, but we all know where...