Wednesday, August 13, 2008
A West Village Jazz Bar
It didn't look like NYC. The patron's didn't look like NYC. There was a no-butt touching sign. It was probably New Hope, Connecticut, not West Village Manhat. Except it was. We drank our two drinks and left, but it was kinda fun.
There was a good mom, doing a good mom dance, there was alot of leftover Christmas decorations. Many semi-deflated balloons hanging from the ceiling and a mediocre jazz band. It was a caricature of a jazz club.