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Have you ever been to
one of those places where it just smells like a fight is brewing?
Maybe it's the thirty guys crowded around the bar ogling the three
secretaries in short skirts -- or maybe it's the smell of cheap cologne
and tequila. Well, whatever it is at this place, if you're looking
to get socked in the face by some gold-chain wearing Guido or pent-up
midtown mock-turtleneck dude, then this is your kind of place. Of
course, if you're just looking for some good (and very potent) frozen
margaritas, sidle up to the bar and take your chances. [MF]
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