We stopped by the Slip Inn last night just to see what it was like on a Thursday, now that they've changed their format. Earlier, we were at Barcadia -- tell you about that in a sec -- when a lady suddenly starts telling me how much cooler this Slip Inn is now that the Vickery Park guys bought it. The Vickery Park guys! Who knew? I love that bar, so maybe all these changes aren't so bad after all.
Then I saw the velvet rope.
We went inside -- luckily there was no one with a clipboard taking names at the door -- and it was pretty much the same crowd that came on old-school hip-hop Thursday nights. But no one was dancing and sweaty and throwing their arms in the air.
The music was mash-ups and dance classics with some 80's thrown in. Perfectly fine, but the place felt... odd. Like biting into a big, yummy-looking hamburger and realizing there's no meat inside. I missed the hip-hop too much.
We left and went to the Old Monk. On the way out, I snapped a pic of the rope, because I seriously could not belive that it was there. (Me, ranting: "Is Cosmo's going to have a velvet rope now? What is WRONG with the world?") Sorry for the blurry/darkness of my camera.
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