Eds

"No stars for you, back of the line!"

Hold up, wait a minute... Have I entered the Twilight Zone where the couple wakes up hung over in a prop city with no people? It's the one where it turns out they were taken from earth to another planet where there were identical being such as ourselves: a head, two arms and two legs but they were giants... HUGE people and the couple were just iddy bitty in this little BIG girls play town... It's what I now think of when I imagine Mr. Eds. No real people. Lots of drugs and plastic smiles. I guess it took working there for a few months to iron out that reality check.
It is actually quite sad the deterioration of a place that once was a hometown staple. The place where everyone knew everyone. Now days, everyone looks like everyone; the drug use has begun to turn their unique facial features into that of a rapidly fading corpse... no muscle structure, loss of teeth and the overwhelming resemblance of a skeleton.
The friendly, everyone-knows-your-name place has switched script to trying to remember their own as they scratch at the sores or bugs under their skin... I pass.
I move forward and would suggest any visitor, do the same. Visit The Brass Lantern or Halcyon Days for a finer dining experience and go home. Listen to some laid back tracks with a few close friends. That's the guaranteed path that will lead to no blood loss, undoubtedly better atmosphere and who wouldn't have a better evening staying far from the sights or convoluted conversations of drunks telling you how much they love you as they slobber down their face trying to understand even their own words coming from their corkscrew brains... next please.