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What's going on here?
Good question. We're not sure the proprietors of XR Bar know either.
What's with the fortuneteller? What's with the weird music? Did some
45 year-old marketing guru come in and tell these people they needed
a hook to sell booze to people in one of the trendiest spots on earth?
People would drink turpentine out of plastic buckets in a roach infested
shack if it meant being anywhere near Soho for God's sake. Despite
the gimmicks and awful tunes, XR is a reasonably comfortable place
to grab a drink before heading to some place with a pulse. If you
are one of those looking for a one-night stand, you'd be best to check
I.D.'s before auditioning any Miss Tonight contestants (we are dangerously
close to NYU and some very mature high-schools.) If the bartender
and waitress service we saw is any indication, you may want to bring
your own flask or portable double-beer batting helmet if you hope
to get served in anything resembling a timely manner (even with only
a couple patrons dotting the tables). [MF]
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