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| - The Barley House can't seem to figure itself out. By day it's a beer bar, with Guinness logos everywhere and a better than average beer selection. By night it's a night club, with sparkling bottle service, sweaty dudes, and crappy music.
We came here after dinner, got drinks, and stood at tables in the main area of the bar. After a while, we were told that those tables needed to be moved, so we had to move. The party seated next to us was leaving, so we sat at those tables. 10 minutes later we were asked to leave that area yet again, because those tables were now reserved for "VIP bottle service".
So we stayed for a bit, the house music was turned up, and the place was transformed into a club. After we had had our fill of the influx of jersey shore looking girls, sweaty dudes with graphic button down shirts, and the always annoying bathroom attendant, we made our way out.
On our way out I heard someone talk about their friend being in a line outside. I remarked to my friend, "Why would anyone stand in a line for this place?". Upon exiting, I came to find out that over 50 dudes would be willing to stand in line outside in the snow waiting to get into that place. I just don't get it.
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