Went to the canopy last night to watch a housemate get some stage time. Was neither pleased or dis-pleased. The tiny front room left much to be desired in the seating dept. Nice an' intimate all right. Plus someone started a beach ball being tossed around. That's always my cue to leave. Night will do nothing but devolve from that point.
However, Monday is dollar drink night. After one too many amaretto sours; got an empanada. Perhaps spoiled by cheap delish taco truck culture of CA, but almost two bucks for that tiny thing? Plus the only flavor was SALT. Serious salt.
Meh. Was ok.