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Look at me, single-handedly classing this joint right up. This ain't your run-of-the-mill dive bar that evokes insect infestation and drunken, best-forgotten sexual encounters both through its upholstery and its bar staff, no sir. This is an elegant wine bar, where nothing whatsoever is served in a paper bag or jelly jar, and everyone remembers to extend their pinkies whilst vomiting. I know it sounds like a stretch for us but it is the way we are going to roll tomorrow.
PubNight was last here in aught-seven and managed an eye-popping headcount of 35, so I'm thinking we'll find it big enough despite how oh-so-intimate the place is reputed to be on review sites. Come in from the cold and partake in some classy behavior.
See you there!
-Mike and Dionysus