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| - Well hello young Cinderella...
Now please leave your purse, smile, virginity (if you have such), faith in humankind/romance and Michael Kors shoes at the doors, since all of it will be puked on or stolen at this wonderful joint. In this purgatory drunk accounts in sweater vests from JCPenny, feeling overwhelmed with machismo after ordering a a sparkling sky vodka, will most likely grab your ass. Just because it's there and they feel entitled "to your ass" in VIP section. Along with Indian jail bait, local drug dealers, rapidly aging chuches and college dropouts. Barf.
Audiance is loose, drinks are diluted, bathroom deserves a different chapter. Run by a very melancolic looking Spanish woman (who clearly needs antidperessants), it's overcrowded with puking 21-year olds in cheap sparkles and acne. I witnessed couple of fights in there as well. Ugly. Oh how ugly. Management cannot care less. When they stole my purse in there, they didn't even bother to look for it. Did't even fake being concerned. " What else were you expecting?" - asked a bartender in a skirt barely covering her crotch. Hmmm. "Not being robbed?"- I wanted to say. But she was already heading with another sky vodka towards drunk accountants in VIP section.
I am aware of the fact that life can be rather ugly on west 6th. Nevertheless this place just congregates ugliness and serves it to you along with vodka that gives you a splitting headache minutes after drinking. I do not care about bartenders doing " pseudo-"dance of the little swans" in stripper outfits on the stage covered with spits and bodily fluids, I do not care about strangers grabbing me. I love my shoes and my soul untouched.
I think world would have been better without bars like this. And most importantly - safer.
Up-side: You really don't get to spend any money in the next 24 hours since your credit cards are stolen
Down-side: same as above
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