So I love coming here. It’s dark and moody and you can never tell if it’s day or night outside. I also like it because I think that this pic over the bar looks like Lil’ Kim. My boyfriend and I fight over that every time we go. He apparently does not.
The people who work there don’t particularly seem to care for us but for all I know they could just be completely ambivalent to everyone. If I had a bar and someone wanted to buy something from me, I don’t care what it is you want, if you’re giving me money I can muster up some bullshit for you. Even if you’re ordering something terrible. Rum? Fine, even you get a half smile.
I like the decor and I want to steal their lighting. Oh, and I sat next to someone who ate two Twinkies. First off, I didn’t realize America still sells Twinkies and, second, I was grossly fascinated. Who can legitimately pull two Twinkies out of their purse (yes, a female) and proceed to eat them in a smoky bar?
Go do that shit in the closet like a respectable person. Anyway,this place is great, it’s one of the few small, old school bars left in the area. Kind of sad…