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| - I wish I had a half-star I could use here. 2.5 sounds perfect. There's a lot of good going for Blue Martini. So let's start with that.
INDUSTRY SPECIALS! These people know how to treat those hard working strip workers. After a hard day (or hard day's night) of dealing with moron tourists (if you're not offended by that, you're not one of them), you head on over to Blue Martini and get a whopping 50% off your bill. Thank you, sir, may I have another.
The drinks are fairly good too. Not too weak, not too strong. It's like Goldilocks found Baby Bear's liquor cabinet. Juuuuuuuust right.
I hear the food is decent too, but we didn't have any.
Here's the problem though: my friend and I who went tonight are both 21+x years old (where x is less than 8). Yet when we went in, we felt really really young.
Really young.
Like, it shouldn't be called Blue Martini. It should be called Cougar Martini. There was more plastic surgery in there than Joan Rivers and Cher COMBINED. Those who hadn't had it done looked like Magda. (Ryan, did you just make a "There's Something About Mary" reference? Yup.)
And the music was lame. There was this godawful cover band playing, and when they finally said they were going to play something "original" it wound up being a fun little ditty called "Please Don't F*ck With My Heart." So charming. Where's Simon Cowell when you need him?
Am I being too harsh? Too bad. When I go to a bar or lounge or club, I need good atmosphere and strong drinks. The drinks were okay but the atmosphere was terrible. But 50% off everything, can't beat that. So I'm not boycotting it, I'm just not going out of my way to go.
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