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| - Wow. In writing this, I was reminded of a review I read by the late Roger Ebert of "The Human Centipede". He actually gave the movie no stars, commenting "Is it good? Is it bad? Does it matter? It is what it is, and it exists in a place where no stars shine". Amen.
I would never even have been aware of this bar's existence, except I saw on the website of a band I liked at the RenFaire (Dread Crew of Oddwood - check them out) that they would be appearing here. So, I forcibly grabbed up the kiddies (those over 21) in the family, and drug them off for an evening out. This place is basically an open space, painted black, with a bar in the middle and a few seats and a long pleather banquette (held together with duct tape) along one wall. There is a very unadorned stage, a motley crew of employees and an equally interesting mélange of characters serving as the clientele. I was worried that as a sort of soccer grandma, I would stick out like a sore thumb. No worries. Everyone fits in here.
The drinks were incredibly strong - had to have a little tomato juice added to my Bloody Mary, and the band was great but the music was horrifically loud. Once I stuffed cotton in my ears, I felt better, and noticed that most of the musicians had done the same thing, so I recommend bringing along a set of foam earplugs just in case. They clearly shot the entire decorating budget on amplifiers. Had a blast (pun intended), and would return, but probably just to see the band I liked. It is what it is. And that is the Human Centipede of bars.
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