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Um, uh. Ehem. Like...
*Cough* So... Very very young girls in bikinis serving grown men beers
in a joint that looks like a cross between the dark warehouse in I
am Legend and the dripping cell of like every Hannibal Lecter
rip-off ever committed to celluloid makes for such a creepy, unsettling
experience that my usual wit and wisdom has completely turtled. The
whole schmegegge had the feeling of a weird Thai kiddie sex ring that
I remember being stunned by on Dateline, but instead of giving
out sexual favors the little girls provide the big bad men with Bud
Lights under the watchful eye of "daddy." There's also a
subtropical heat index of about one trillion in its cement innards
that makes even the few non-pedophiles in the place sweat like one.
Deno's is yet another bar in which we declined to even imbibe a single
gulp of alcohol. I mean, this is what I can only imagine spring break
is like in Chechnya--and I have no intention of having a grenade forcibly
taped to my chest or being garroted while chugging domestic swill.
I'm not sure who the audience for this place is (aside from the aforementioned
kiddie-touchers), but anyone with an opposable thumb and frontal lobe
might think about walkin' on by. [MF]
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