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We always found it weird
that spring break bars in Mexico and any other tropical locale feel
the need to recreate the outside atmosphere inside. In other words:
fake palm trees, plastic parrots and shanty-like conditions. Welcome
to Mo's, your horrible nightmare of a spring break experience 5-10
years after the fact. Really, nobody is fooled that he or she has
been transported to a warm, tropical, hedonistic paradise. You're
still smack-dab in the middle of the stinky U.E.S. Although on special
nights, the air conditioning stops working and you and the 120 other
patrons can certainly work up quite a sweat in the bar area that seems
to trap heat like a sunburned, four-hundred-pound Swede. Come during
the week to play the electronic trivia game against other patrons
and drunks across the country, and be sure to order a few of those
frozen margaritas out of the slushy machine to help fight off the
feeling of faint. [MF]
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