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Imagine, if you will,
a drunken, adult version of Chuck
E. Cheese's in which you're the main attraction. Yes, it's your
turn to make a complete ass of yourself in what is possibly the loudest,
most obnoxious bar on the entire island of Manhattan. Fortunately
for us, the night we were there, we were the loud assholes just begging
to get kicked out. The amazing part was, the waitstaff was getting
into it--handing even the most tone-deaf of our group the microphone
so he could drive the other patrons to absolute lunacy. Seriously,
our behavior would have gotten us tossed from any other place in the
city, as we spilled beers on the floor, screamed at the top of our
lungs, sang horrendous songs horrendously and basically made a mess
of the place. And yet they accommodated us. I must give them props
for tolerating even half of the stupid crap they had to put up with--including
one particularly surly member of our group who ended up threatening
one the bartenders who he thought was making sour faces at us. The
bartender ended up apologizing to our group member (despite him being
completely out of line) and bought us all another round of shots on
the house--something that we certainly didn't need. The whole feel
of this place is like a Tijuana bachelor party gone horribly wrong,
with the red and green tinsel hanging from every available ceiling
tile, and the general Texas and Mexican garbage nailed and painted
on the walls. It actually looks like a pi¯ata threw up its innards
in a nasty bout with the tequila monster. Food obviously isn't the
central focus here, but I seem to recall through my drunken haze that
it was passable Mexican nosh--not anything I'd go out of my way for,
but certainly good enough to soak up the gallons of Mexican beer and
sticky, sweet frozen margaritas that are about as good a barfing jumpstart
as you're gonna get. While we had an awesome and memorable time here,
I'm sure our fellow patrons has as bad a time as ours was boisterous,
rowdy and fun. If I were one of them, I'd give this place two huge
thumbs down and probably write to the mayor to have them shut the
place for good, but I wasn't so I shanÂt. I guess it's all a matter
of perspective. [MF]
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