A building erected circa 1840 on the verge of collapse just last year has been breathed new life as a music venue/bar/restaurant/lounge/bar/basement/balcony/bar/sports bar/restaurant. The burgers are good and the sound system is spectacular, but the beer is EXPENSIVE ($3 for a Stag????). After an approximate $2 Million renovation, it's open to the public. And by public I mean I saw 50-year-old men in Cards jerseys and jeans, 30ish yuppies in suits, 50ish yuppies in suits, 25ish girls in tight and trendy dresses, a couple of emo fuckers, and 45-year-old women in hiked-up jeans. And DATE GUYS...oh the date guys. Sometimes known as Bros or Todds or Tools.
On the stage you have some amazing musicians. The sound system is great, the soundman knows his shit and is a nice guy to boot. In the "listening" area you have some people listening but most people talking. In and around the "restaurant" area are more people talking, pretending to care about the music because it's forced upon them when ESPN's Sports Center is replaced with a live video feed of the stage. There's a "bar" up by the front door where you don't have to talk AS loud to your friends. Upstairs is a cool balcony area, but they mark it off for private parties, taking away a great vantage point for a curious music listener, replacing it with heckling fuck heads who are proud to be an exclusive waste of space. The full restrooms are down in a basement next to a SUPER awkward trio of make-out booths...oh and yet ANOTHER private party. Further back is another bar where they probably shouldn't turn off Sports Center, but they do.
ALL of these interesting configurations for a place of entertainment, and to top it off, I go to leave and some motherfucker has vomited on my car.
Nothing like paying $8-$10 to get into a bar to yell at your friends in order to overcome the original music coming from the stage. I might see if I can vomit on a Todd next time.