Yellow Jaguar

While I KNOW that stylin' and profilin' on Transit road is the sh!t, I was blase about (having to) going here.

The only reason we pulled into The parking lot of The Super 8 was because the hub's co-worker was having a farewell get together. We arrive at 5:00 on Friday.  Not open. After a while, a guy poked open the doors and said they'd be open in a few...So, we waited with the 2 classy smokers outside for a few.  In a few he opens the door again, unlocks it and says "Ok, now we're open, we just need to set up the bar."  Another employee was wandering aimlessly in the background looking like she got teleported from 1983, but that would be insulting to 1983...

This was FRIDAY.  If you don't have your BAR OPEN & READY BY 5:00 ON A FRIDAY YOU ARE PATHETIC.

I may, or may not have said as much to the guy and we headed across the street to Brennan's where we should have gone in the first place.

Before I even saw this place, my first impression - at least internally was "with a name like Yellow Jaguar, this has gotta be either a strip club or a classy joint." My second impression as I saw it soon followed.."this is linked to a Motel 8? it's definitely not the latter." Not sure of what to expect, I walk into the place.

I was pleasantly surprised..it's got a divey, yet casual and friendly feel. Maybe that had to do with the stand up comedy that was about to commence, but I digress. The bartender was really friendly, there was a lot of space -- a pool table toward the back of the bar and the overlying mood seemed chipper, friendly and relaxed.

And the comedy was spectacular -- the seating was ample to fit the larger crowd of people - the stage had some nice darker red lighting to set the mood and although there were a few microphone glitches -- by the end of the night I was in stitches. The bartender even joined in on the hijinks at one point and I'm smiling as I sit here thinking about it. Buffalo has so many nice gems. :)