One of them is any and all piano bars. There's something about the tickling of the ivories that is clearly enjoyable, especially after an evening of delicious cordials.
A couple of us took in one Friday night and it was top notch, drawer, and billing. Rounds of shots were provided on house by a guy better looking than Wes, buxom broads danced the night away and certain individuals decided to don underpants on their heads and while certain females repeatedly chanted for anal. Banner night indeed.
That being said, I'm wondering if I missed something. Did midtown Philadelphia suddenly become Midtown Manhattan? Of course I know the answer to that is no, not even close, but in certain jaunts we have recently frequented, they have decided to charge up to $10 for a simple mixed drink.
I'll be the first to step up and admit that I never have a problem paying for a good time, no matter the occasion. Even if it is for things other than alcohol. But $10 for a Crown and Coke? No thank you. And no thank you to these places moving forward. The new MISSION GRILL, and PUBIC HOUSE. Let's be honest, how many of you can honestly say you've had a good time there? Corporate pleats, houndstooth blazers, button down collars, moustaches, lawyers, douches, wingtips and double-breasts are all too common there and the atmosphere sucks. For some reason people seem to flock to these places and even worse, stand in line. My advice: if you want the same experience, put some pantyhose on at home, or a full panty if you will, throw a roll of quarters down your drain, and blast an an old bel biv devoe tape, you'll get the same thing.
Speaking of experiences, I did enjoy the Don show last week at a place I've never been, Johnny Brenda's that finds itself in Fishtown, yes, Fishtown. For those of us who went, an added bonus was the act following. Her name is Nicole Atkins, and had a great set of pipes and more importantly a great set of tits.
Based on that, I have made an executive decision.
Much like the Chinee, whom just recently celebrated the year of the pig, a collective group of us celebrate our years in ceremonious fashion. For example:
2005: Year of the Hussy
2006: I forget
2007: Initially coined the year of the Fluzy, but now changed and official known as:
The Year of the Tit.
Its simple, but so good. May your next toast and drink have something to do with bombs.
Friends, lets kick off our year and celebrate together. Who doesn't enjoy a great set of cans(maybe Dateless)?
Tits Up Buddy!
2 comments:
Couldn't agree more about places like the Pubic House, worst place on earth. It's nerds gone rich. However, there needs to be a happy medium.
Dan, Drew, Meghan, and I attended the World Cafe Beer Fest.
Hippy Beer= Ugly Chick.
We stalked the Woodchuck table, as it was clearly the only station with a possibility of a hot female visitor. No such luck.
The Year of the Tit was a no show in World Cafe.
I also enjoy the Happy Medium. Why can't we have a Willy T's in Philly, that place was great in Key West. Its either too eeee eeer, too cheesy/loungy, too bridge and tunnel playing Bon Jovi and "I like big butts", too meaty, too crappy, or too boring. Maybe I will open a bar that serves only the RB&V. - Wes
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