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It's kind of like going
to drink in Harry Potter's storage closet under the stairs. Yeah,
that's an accurate description. Now, never having read the books or
seen the movies, I'm not sure how they portrayed his world, but having
an under-stair closet of my own, I imagine it's a place carved out
of what is essentially negative space (with a slanted door). That's
how Sweet Paradise presents itself. It feels as though things around
it were built with a purpose in mind, and in the square footage that
somehow slipped through the cracks they formed this homely space with
its thin profile and oddly slanting ceiling back by the jukebox. I
seem to recall bad paint choices, a sense of cheap drywall and some
sketchy Chinese dudes smoking outside. All this aside, the atmosphere
wasn't as horrible as it sounds. There was a decent jukebox and a
mellow vibe that felt way more neighborhoody than kiddie destination.
Quite honestly, I can't imagine that any kid would want to come to
this strange border 'hood to drink in utter nothingness. This is certainly
one of those empty vessel bars that's only as fun as the people with
which you fill it. Luckily, my night here didn't depend on ambiance,
but rather the company of good peeps. [MF]
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