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Packed with bustling
kiddies, FBK is two, two, two joints in one. As one walks into the
narrow "bar" side and is assaulted by the drunken, underage
grindfest and Spring Break music, the temptation is to go sprinting
for the door. Widening out into your classic, large, worn-wood college
bar, groups of youngins hang out in several wooden booths and every
other available inch of inhabitable space. There's always a drunk
couple doing the wasted Lambada in front of the jukebox and the shock
of how young 17-year-olds truly look continues to shock. Walk through
an inconspicuous doorway by the bathroom and you are transported to
a Moroccan den, complete with pillows, muted colors and couches. Gone
are the gyrating teens. Gone is the "Zooma zoom zoom in your
boom boom" music and gone is the apprehension about spending
the rest of the night bumping into smashed jackasses. The mood is
much more chill, the high ceilings attractive and the crowd much more
suitable for adult fun. There is waitress service, but with
the crowds and the sheer distance from the only bar, some of those
children may be cashing their social security checks before your booze
shows up. We're not sure what nights aren't crowded, but going here
on a Friday or Saturday can bring frustration to a new level. If you
have unlimited reserves of patience, then this might be a good time,
but us old folks did our time years ago elbowing our way through crowds.
[MF]
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