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We serendipitously found
this joint on Halloween weekend and figured out quickly that judging
a crowd anywhere on or around that holiday may be a big mistake. There
were groups of Asian women dressed like some nightmare catlike Clockwork
Orange characters and groups of weird Europeans dressed like,
well, weird Europeans. The vibe was discernibly off in a deranged
psycho-killer kind of way. And to make matters worse, the glass of
wine I ordered tasted more of petrol than grapes. I looked around
warily, waiting for the patrons' faces to morph into fiendish deathmasks
a la Dusk
till Dawn as I became woozy from whatever narcotic the co-conspiratorial
bartender had slipped me. Luckily nothing too drastic happened, and
we slipped out unnoticed with our half-empty glasses sitting on the
bar. I did go back subsequently, convinced that the first trip was
an anomaly brought on by Satan's holiday. It turns out that I was
half right, as the bar was this time filled with twenty and thirty-something
professionals who most likely lived in and around the neighborhood.
I stuck to the beer, skipped the plates of pork ordered by my co-workers
and was actually called away after about a half-hour by an emergency
at home. I was sad to leave my friends, but if the vampires were about
to descend, at least I'd miss the gorefest. [MF]
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