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| - Emerging from the not-so-impressive surroundings of Fremont and 11th, but BH glows like a homing beacon for music fans and boozers. I've visited the BH quite a few times over the past year and a half or so and, while it's not my favorite place in the world, I usually have a decent time here. My biggest complaint, since I'm old and crotchety, is that I can never find a place to sit unless I get there unfashionably early. And who the hell wants to be unfashionable?
That aside, the place has character, dammit, and that counts for a lot. (And I'm not just talking about the multitude of local characters that can usually be found packing the place.) Decent bands can be found playing, and the BH has been a gracious host to a few charity shows in the past and that's just damned awesome of them.
I ended up here one blurry night and it was almost empty. I shot a few racks of pool with my friends and could find a place to sit. That was definitely by favorite BH experience. I'm obviously getting old.
Oh, by the by, on Wednesday nights there's stand up comedy. My friend Dave goes up there, but he's reticent to tell his friends to come see him. So if you go to comedy night, which you should cause there are some funny local people, tell Dave Greek that Crystal says he's a butthead. It will rule.
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