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This place actually used to be pretty chill.
When I was in college, they had cheaper hookah, cheap drinks, board games, and the owner was friendly.
It was never super crowded, but not dead either.
The back room was a private and semi-peaceful place to smoke and converse with friends.
But then summer of 2012 happened. I don't know how it happened, but this place had an underaged ghetto revival.
Anybody who was anybody and under age 20, decided that reds was the place to be, even though they weren't old enough to purchase the alcohol. But they could smoke hookah, and oh, the hookah did they smoke.
Reds was no longer a chill place for a 20-something to have a relaxing night with friends, but it became a hotspot for the hyper, rowdy, and jobless late teenaged punk.
So, if you're into craziness sans liquor, reds is for you. I need a few shots before going here.
I've moved on to bigger and better hookah bars. I suggest crave if you're looking for upscale, and casablanca cafe in university if you're looking for a quieter, more mature crowd.
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