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| - You might be surprised to find out that I'm a fan of the dueling piano bar. Unfortunately, not so much when it comes to Howl at the Moon. Before I get to that, I will say that they have some sweet offers if you're into looking for them.
Currently on Yelp you can get two people in the door for free by showing the coupon (hint: use it). If you use Foursquare, you can check in outside the door and get in for free (hint: if you forgot the Yelp coupon, use it). If you're the mayor of the place, you can score a free drink (hint: if you can, use it).
With the economy the way it is, being able to get anything for free is awesome, and on that front, you have to like being able to get anything for free. And throwing alcohol into the mix? Definitely a bonus.
It's just a shame that the good news stops at the door. Or the bar.
What is generally so entertaining about the dueling pianos falls completely flat here. If you've ever been to a similar establishment (say Crocodile Rocks in Myrtle Beach), you have likely seen a couple of really talented performers who go for hours on their pianos - technically keyboards wedged into piano frames - and keep you going all night.
At Howl at the Moon you get something else entirely. It's a couple of marginally talented musicians on generally the same keyboard concept, but there are other musicians as well (a drummer and guitarist), but no one can sing particularly well, none of them had much charisma and rather than keeping the energy going with singalongs that everyone knew (think Piano Man) they launched into songs that nearly no one could understand because of the volume of the music and after a couple of songs they would take a little break and do a dance like something from Coyote Ugly - even the bartenders and servers. So you can't even get a drink to take away the pain.
That all means that instead of an intimate night spent hanging out and singing drinking songs with a hundred of your best buddies, you get something else entirely.
Probably the worst part of it was that the best tables in the house - those in the front - were all taken up by bachelorette parties. Now I get that they are a business, and I'm sure those ladies spent loads of money, so I completely understand. And it isn't that I have anything against bachelorette parties. But to have six or seven large tables (actually four-tops pushed together to form 8- or 12-tops), taking up the bulk of the room, and relegating everyone else to second-class citizen status? That's a bit much.
If I ever go back it's to hold _my_ bachelorette party. Or at least to claim some free drinks so I can actually enjoy the place. Or maybe both.
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