It's SO BAD that it's GOOD. I mean, like, worst of the worst bad, too. It's like throwing yourself into a John Waters movie while at the same time getting to know the seediest crackheads on Lake City.
The sign offering hot dogs, coca-cola, etc. also offers this handy bit of advice, "CHECKS AND CRACKPIPES NOT ACCEPTED." Who knew!?!?
If you like:
-- Cheap-ish drinks (so long as the owner isn't serving. She's a cheap bastard),
-- Prostitutes running business out of the van out front (yes, I'm serious),
-- An interesting and somewhat scary clientelle (I'm only 5' tall, and once had a man chat me up about travel, life, and bucket lists. He looked me in the eye with "bedroom eyes" and said that his greatest fantasy before he died was to have sex with a midget. Fear!!!),
-- Lopsided pool tables,
-- Gangsters and riff raff,
-- Crack, cocaine, heroin, or absolutely garbage weed, or
-- Worrying about catching scabies when you sit on bar stools...
Well, if so, the Rose Garden is the place for you!
Hey, remember when you could drink here and mingle with your fellow LC locals? Because i do.
It's now a den of dumbass thugs, and i say this as a person who represents the same race as most of those thugs: stay the hell away. Something is seriously shady here, and i can't put my finger on it, but they've got gangsta wanna-bes with pistols inside. Nuh-huh. Funk dat. I live on 32nd, bitches, and this place still scares me.
It kinda makes me miss Cadillac Jack's. You can't drink worth shit in the LC anymore, and that sucks.
Um, I don't even know what to say. Â The walls are stark white, the cielings are low and the place is lit with florecent lights... Maybe it's me but I didn't want to stay. Â Maybe it's just not my style. Â I played a game or two of pool and the whole time, me and my friends just couldn't believe the place had a small crowd. Â We had a good time laughing so I guess that's a good thing. Â Maybe that's what this place is about.
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