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Welcome to the demented,
drunken forest. It's amazing that such an innocuous facade can lead
into such a bizarre amalgamation of one drunk guy's dream and another's
horrible decorating sense. Although it's really impossible to explain
without showing you, we can only describe the thing happening with
this place as a strange Christmas in hell. White sticks that are supposed
to represent tree branches splay out from behind the long bar, spreading
out over the entire long, thin space. Ensnared in the mess of white
brush are hundreds of twinkle lights. Not only does this set up give
the whole place a horrendous nightmarish quality, but the shrubbery
on the ceiling acts as a natural smoke sponge, trapping carcinogens
and tar that come falling out on your head the entire night. As if
this wasn't enough, the entire jukebox is stuffed with bad, depressing
rat pack music and 1970s ballads. The whole joint reminds us of Doctor
Zhivago on acid. [MF]
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