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| - This was the closest hookah lounge to where I was house sitting last week. It's good to know it's there, but I wouldn't desperately seek it out unless I wasn't in the area.
Tucked away in the corner of a not-so-well-lit strip mall, Hooka Jungle offers the casual seating of sofas arranged so three of them form a U with a large table in the middle. There are plenty of burn holes in the sofas, which one sort of expects. I guess. Their shisha selection was very limited, and a brand I've never heard before. I settle for a watermelon mint. That was pretty good. Locating an open sofa arrangement, I wait for my hookah. It doesn't take long to arrive, and in that time another group walks in. They must be regulars. Now we are the only people here, besides the two guys running the operation. When another, younger group shows up, the music goes on. So that's when my modest enjoyment of my smoke ended, because who really wants to be bombarded by bass? Suppose I'm just too old for this trend.
I didn't take any pictures because it was dark inside, and outside I didn't want to advertise I have a camera phone.
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