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Evil this place is not.
But Satan's lair is flush with beers. Service? Not so much. To be
fair, though, we hit this place at an odd time. It was in that twilight
hour when waitresses are changing shifts, standing around prepping
and sharing tales from the night before. Half of them are in the back
snorting or primping or teasing or whatever it is these big city bartenders
and cocktail wenches do to stand through another night of drunk jerkoffs
asking for i.p.a.s and French fries. All kidding aside, our person
was very helpful once we tracked her down; answering questions about
beers with the ease of someone who had sampled each and every one
on more than one occasion. I'm certainly no beer snob, but my buddy
has been doing the homebrew thing and knows his stuff. It was cool
sitting there listening to them talk like your refined co-worker (yours,
not mine) discussing the fine points of certain wines on the list
with the semolier. And to think I was just gonna order the Pilsner
Urquell and be done with it. Because it was early, the place was mellow
and relatively quiet. The weird space gave away the fact I had certainly
been there before in one of its previous incarnations (which I seem
to recall being Stingy Lulu's). The front bar is fine, and actually
pretty comfortable, with wooden tables and a decent size bar with
televisions, but there is a weird dead space on the way to the restrooms
that looks more like a mistake than anything else. I think it like
wraps around and leads to another room, apparently for the overflow
of grill customers or for their Belgian fries. I guess you could do
worse than chilling with a choice of over 100 beers and sports on
the tube--that is unless you were trying to meet some drunk co-ed
looking to break in her new 1-980-mattres (you gotta leave off the
last 's' for suds). [MF]
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