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| - Picture this:
You timidly stroll into 'The Yard' at Leavenworth, abated, as fresh meat. You pause. Cautiously spinning around, you noticed you are being gawked at, judged, mulled, and brooded by others. You audaciously, head over to the bench press, unveil your biceps through your wife beater, stack two 45s on each side ...
... and then the drum and bass music begins.
So goes AZ 88. The Bar as The Yard. The Socialites are The Felons. The Vertical Striped Uniforms portraying the Horizontal Striped Uniforms.
And the bench press is your financial cache.
All of this is precisely why I love this place. It is like entering the world's most cosmopolitan penitentiary during visiting hours, where you get to enjoy the fascinating aspects of a sad existence and still, they let you leave afterwards, retreating to your happy, humble life in the clear. All the while, you can enjoy some fantastic waffle fries and a Moscow Mule and sit in the cozy furniture on the other side of the glass not intended for the habitue.
Yes, in fact, AZ88 IS a fun time, as long as one doesn't make it his hard-knock life. Visit occasionally. They have unique drinks in an unusual environment. House DJs and a cleverly ironic menu to wrinkle the expectations of it all.
Just be cogent not to get absorbed into the S'dale lifers.
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