Twilight Lounge

Went there and the whole crowd spoke Polish. I only give it a average rating because the bartender was like the hottest chick I have ever seen. Just a small neighborhood bar of better quality than some of the other ones within walking distance I will rate next.

Well, Casual Tap closed early, and such was the beginning of a weird Wednesday night. I couldn't get into the idea of skulking into the Six Penny, so my friends and I opted for trying the Twilight Lounge, a place we'd passed on the street but never given the time of day. Or night. Whatever.

It was pretty bright, pretty clean, and pretty cheap. They didn't have video game bowling, but they did have video game bags. I don't know how I feel about the fact that, not only did I play, but I got into it. The regulars seemed all right, not loud, not friendly, just minding their own business, chilling. You know, Wednesday night type stuff. I pumped some cash into the juke box and downloaded a little Jane's Addiction, a little Musical Youth.

The bummer with this place came from two sources. One, the men's bathroom. It looked clean, like the rest of the place, but the stink of piss from 1986 sledgehammered my face when I opened the door. I almost yakked. Yikes.

The other, only mild bummer, was the lurker who didn't get the hint. I was out with a couple lady friends, none of whom seemed interested into the Shins playing, keyboard smacking long haired hippie who kept talking to them. He started off innocently enough, making a flower out of a napkin for one of the girls. She thanked him, put it on the table, and went back to bags. He didn't get it. From that point on, he would give up, sit quietly and watch us, and then convince himself that coming back over and interrupting our conversation was a good idea. Are you for serious? Yeah. I was a lot of people's boyfriends last night, if you catch my meaning.