Ok so we’re up to the letter J
Basically, there are no interesting bars starting with J. Correct me in the comments if you are an internet troll. Go on. I dare you. We’ll be drinking in a bar starting with another letter next week!
Imagine for a second that you’re walking down the street. It’s high 30’s (Celsius) and a million percent humidity. Beckoning you on your right is another girly bar where you are sure there will be 100 of the same girls vying for your attention. On the left – like a cool breeze on your sweaty face – is the VO2 Ice Bar. Wow.
I’ve been procrastinating for about a month about what to post for the letter H. Really, I don’t like any of the bars I’ve visited that start with H. But there are some that I probably should visit. Here’s a brief summary of the H’s as far as I know. Most of them are called Hollywood. And hey. What the fuck do I know?
Continue reading “H is for…. well… Hollywood and a bunch of other places”
The first bar I visited in AC was Gecko – I can’t remember what year it was but I was a late arrival to Fields Ave and certainly didn’t experience it in the 70’s or 80’s like so many of my expat friends keep going on about ad-nauseam.