Thursday eve found me at Habitat. Why? Dancing! There were a couple of DJs playing, so a $15 cover was the charge at the door. The cheap old person in me wishes that came with a drink, but the music appreciator in me luckily drowns out the cheap old person 98% of the time so long as the tunes and DJs are actually any good. Thankfully, this was the case last Thursday.
The front area isn't all that big. I can imagine it'd be pretty tough to move through when they're at capacity. But as it was, there was enough room to dance without bumping into too many people.
I forewent (first time I've ever used that word I think!) any drinks for the night, so no comments from me there. But those in our crew headed to the bar always came back pretty quickly with drink in hand.
Would I go again? Probably. Would I visit often? Probably not. The average age that evening was a bit too young for this girl... as was the average sobriety level. What? I want drunk people? Oh crap...
(Note: Drunken level not to be confused with a more mainstream bar experience in Calgary. There weren't THAT many of them here... just enough of them to notice a few stumblers).