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The only thing this
place succeeded in doing was making me want to ''spill'' my dinner
all over their deserted floor (wah wah). It's amazing how bad your
decision making becomes when it's raining. Shit, they tried to charge
us cover. We started to walk away but were summoned back. We soon
saw why. There is literally more going on in my living room on a Tuesday
night than there was here--and I have like no life. I would have rather
been forced to watch back-to?ack episodes of Britney & Kevin Raw and
Uncut (the worst television evere devised ever) than put up with this
joint again. It all started with the big bouncers and the velvet rope.
Just what did they think they were protecting this place from, lonliness?
Well, their door policy was either very strict or they had to kick
everyone's ass and throw them out, cuz the bartender was busy doing
a whole lot of nothing and the waitress looked like she wanted to
run head-first into an oncoming semi. The space itself was very long
and relatively thin. It seemed to be painted black and lit with some
sort of blue-ish light. It felt like a Buffalo (the city, not the
animal) attempt at a Miami coked-up nightclub. It was just all wrong.
I was waiting for the Candid Camera asshole to pop out and tell me
this was all spme kind of twisted joke. But, alas, it was no mirage.
Merely another bar with no future and no clue. [MF]
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