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| - Oh, South Side bars. You're like an ex-boyfriend who sends a text one day saying he wants to see how you're doing, so why not meet up for a drink. You think, "Maybe he's changed? Maybe he has learned how to care about other people? I'll give it a shot." And then, you meet up for that cocktail, and instead, he's just packed with 21 year old hoochies in Kardashians for Sears Collection ensembles, shit-faced and vomiting on Carson Street. Well, maybe that's more so South Side bars than that dude, but still.
In my experience, that vignette fits Villa. Granted, there are fewer Kardashian Klones here than, say, S Bar or Diesel, but it's still...not my idea of a great time. The drinks are fine, the prices are typical, it's a bit too shoulder-to-shoulder for me, but there's nothing truly horrific.
The crowd does seem a tad older than some other SS venues, but I observed a lot of plaid button-up shirts under sweaters, an inordinate amount of hair gel, a lot of stilettos (on a freezing rain forecast night), and an abundance of real-or-faux 'designer' handbags, but perhaps less booty shorts and hair extensions. At times, I felt like I was back at a frat formal. So, if that's not your thang, you may not have a good time. I'm just sayin'...
I suppose that, to be fair, two things have happened: I outgrew the "blackout drunk = fun" phase, and the South Side became less low-key and more bumping-bass. (Call it the Jersey Shore effect.)
In the future, if I was with a group of friends that wanted to come here, I'd begrudgingly oblige. But, I won't be returning of my own accord.
Oh, South Side of yesteryear, full of dive bars and diverse, diverse crowds, I MISS YOU.
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