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| - To clarify: While its technical name is Lounge Leo, no one calls it that. This place is, and will forever be "The Old Man Bar." Before it was the Old Man Bar, it was the "Old Man Store," a haven for oppressed underagers seeking beer -- so named after the Old Man who ran it, and was presumably too near-sighted or apathetic to card.
Then, the Old Man's son took over the store and reinvented the business. What used to be a seizure-inducing fluorescent light has been replaced by a veritable cornucopia of psychedelic effects. Over each table hangs a cluster of LEDs, hypnotizing in their prismatic cycle.
The real metamorphosis occurred in the back room. Where there used to be ice packs, there are mirrors, ceiling lights, and immensely large, overstuffed sofas upon which, although you were initially perched decorously, you now find yourself hugging dearly having just survived the apocalypse of The Four Horsemen (Jim, Jack, Johnnie, & Jose).
As for the Old Man, his title has been usurped by his son, and he is now affectionately referred to as "The Old Old Man"
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