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I'm a little torn on
this one, as it was me and the Mrs. who brought our friends to this
joint for a night of drinking to our being shoved out our mothers'
special places. Finding a joint with enough space for a crowd is a
challenge in this city, and everything about this bar said "space"
to us. And when the night started, we had nothing but. And then the
kids came home to roost. What was a nice, comfortable evening filled
with many beers became a struggle to stay afloat in a sea of humanity.
I felt like a damn salmon swimming up stream as I fought my way up
to the large bar. Of course I didn't shoot any caviar out my ass or
end up a dried out carcass on the banks of some mountain river, but
I did almost get thirsty at one point when the ice in my Ketel One
and soda ran its course. The space itself seems as if it could never
fill up, with its soaring, warehouse ceilings and general cooled-out,
industrial designed 3,000 square foot floor plan, but it's amazing
what folks will do for a drink. Despite the crush and the earsplitting
stereo system, one of my pickier friends called the crowd "one
of the most attractive I've seen at any place in the city." That's
where my apologizing stopped. Getting my single buddies squished
up against a chick in ass-pants is hardly a hanging offense,
and something that I'm sure they'll be grateful for in retrospect.
It seemed to me that there were an awful lot of dudes there, but I
swear I saw a couple pink elephants and a breakdancing leprechaun
as well. [MF]
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