We went on a Sunday night, so maybe that's the catch here, but the strangest thing about the Bikini Bar was the lack of any bikinis. Â Nobody in bikinis. Â No bikinis at the bar. Â Really no bikini anything at the Bikini Bar.
There was a lot of eyeliner and male pattern baldness at the Bikini Bar and there was a lot of slow dancing. Â There was an empty mini-stage with a pole that looked sort of waywardly propped to the ceiling and a DJ booth thumping today's greatest ranchero hits while we hung out and had strip-club priced Tecate by the light of the red GIRLS GIRLS GIRLS neon sign.
The taco truck was a delight and had excellent barbacoa tacos and an alright lengua. Â
Maybe it's more of a weekend joint? Â I don't know. Â I'm still not exactly sure what just happened. Â I think I'm glad I went. Â Go there and let me know. Â We can process this together. Â A lot of extra points just for the weird.
In defense of all ladies to visit/work at this establishment, please El Zacatecas, fix your floors!!! Â I stepped in a divot near the pool tables that was hiding under a home depot black rug and nearly broke my ankle! Â Not ok & very dangerous!!! Â I understand you cater to the men species but you can't have a model event and not expect 6" stilletto heels to be present!
I give you 2 stars because your beer selection was decent - I always fall back on an ice cold Blue Moon when only mass produced beer is on tap.