Food Drink Dance

Down-home, oldtime drinking hall with the look of copper, old chandeliers and cheesy photos of boisterous customers has the bad luck to be currently positioned alongside a fancy, glassy condo in the middle of being built. Thusly, scaffolding, dust particles and scant patrons descend upon it.

 

Greek here is spoken. Thugs here are served. Slight gaggles duck in around noon to order bevies of beverages, though it is noon and though funny-looking margaritas will do nothing to lessen the heat.

 

I have been served a free drink here. For that I say amen. But I would not buy one, for the drinks are expensive. However, I hear they have belly dancing. How 'bout that.