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I had to suffer through a few days of seminars to improve my outlook on life when all I wanted to do is sit and look out for nice guys, a vast improvement from the LA scene. Hunting down a few closely situated boy bars proved to be more of a challenge than I wanted. Hell, (on earth) Phoenix is no WeHo or Castro. Thank god our second stop was Amsterdam.
At first I would find it easy to criticize the lack of uniform theme to the place but after a few fun filled hours I'm won over to its MPD.
First stop the main room bar and lounge. This is what the Abbey wished it could look and feel like. It is tastefully accented with massive bronze statues, gilded mirrors, over stuffed couches and club chairs, very classy and comfortable. The bartenders are sharp and helpful.
Moving outside they have what they call the Malibu bar. OK I'm from Malibu and putting up a few surf boards and a fake shark head does not make it.....awww fuck it!
Its outdoors you know, it has nice down lights and FIRE! God I love a good tiki torch!
The bartenders are in their best surf shorts and nuttin else! Be ready to bump a lot this seems to be the most used space in the place. I still don't get the upper loft patio thing, save the trip up the stairs.
On to the Miami room, this is where the DJ and his followers worship. The room is dead tech industrial bullshit. The room comprises of cement floors and bar, opaque glass, gray Venetian plaster walls with a little stainless steel, a look too bright even for a Miami dance club. The poor bartenders here deserve hazard pay for having to work so close to the sound system. Order simple one word drinks here. WATER....NO I SAID WATER PLEASE!!!!! NO...OK FUCK IT I"LL DRINK THE RED BULL!!!!!
I love the DJ's! They Rock!
Final stop was the transitional or Tranny bar (I'll call it tranny if I wanna, BITCH) between the Front room, the Miami room and the Sidewalk facing patio. Here you could see the comings and goings in a bright but not harsh light. i.e. He looked cute in Malibu but by the time we got to Miami he was lookin' a little on the "not tonight" side. Moving to the tranny bar gave me one last chance to say "Deal or No deal"!
I had fun, spent way less than a night in LA and feel that this place saved me from having to bar hop in support of my ADD.
Oh and as if you cared......HE said "No Deal"
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