On any given night, the brain cells at this bar are less than your average Sandra Lee groupie.
Jager or Patron shots. (Don't you dare ask for anything too fancy). Shitty beer served in plastic cups. Signs warning the meatheads and hooknasties that it's ok to stand on the tables, just not the couches. A dank basement that smells of urine and semen.
Now that I've painted a picture of the mess that is The Blind Pig, I'm still at a loss in understanding how a place like this stays shoulder to Ed Hardy shoulder packed each and every weekend? Is there really a market for this? As evidenced on a recent birthday party, apparently there is an appeal for a gathering place such as this. The basic premise of The Blind Pig is to pack in as many people as humanly possible with Tourette's inducing strobe lights for ambiance and crappy music at ear bleeding decibels for entertainment. Not my idea of fun, but to each his/her own.