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I had hoped Morehead Street Tavern would be better, as it's one of the bars within walking distance of our house. We took an out-of-town friend there the other night (a Friday), and were a little disheartened when the bar area was mostly empty at 9:00 p.m. Even so, the bar proper has a nice, wood-grained vibe, and the drink specials, judging from the menu, are for beers I enjoy. One point to Morehead Street Tavern.
We then moved into the next room to play a few games of pool, which is where Morehead Street Tavern really began to show its colors. It appears to be a restaurant tacked on to a bar, with brighter lighting, booths, and what appears to function (or functioned in the past) as a hostess station. The room was huge, with the pool tables on the far end. It would be a great place for a fully packed bar, but the it was positively ghost-like. Where were all the people?
In the pool room/restaurant area, one set of music played over the speaker system, but we quickly noticed a competing set of music that seemed to be coming from downstairs. Next to the pool tables was a viewing area from which you can watch whoever happens to be dancing under the disco ball below (think the old ice skating rink at the now-defunct Eastland Mall). This is where the people were: four or five sets of couples blissfully dancing to country jams spun by a DJ. When we approached the railing of the viewing area, we could rock out to country; when we went back to the pool tables, we could enjoy Katy Perry. Most of the time, our ears just took in samples of both.
I don't care for bizarrely empty bars. Nor did I care for the dance floor viewing area (I was afraid some profoundly drunken fool would topple over the railing). Finally, I didn't care for the roach with whom I shared the bathroom.
Never again.
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