So
after our initially wondrous impression of Rosa's, we went back last
night.
We'd
been meaning to go but we didnt have time between Kalamazoo and
Detroit.
We intended to go when we got back last Saturday but were just too
tired.
We then tried to go Sunday but they were closed. We meant to go
later
this week but never quite got around to it until last night.
Damn.
Well,
that's a let down.
I
think half our problem was that we were drunk the first time. We didnt
realize
that the cover was normally $10 and that a round of average sized
drinks
(i.e . a Kamikaze shot for me and Wild Turkey for Rob) was ten bucks.
The
other problem was that as we got there later in the night we didnt see
what
the crowd was like early on.
Early
on is just scary bad madness.
Sure,
it's a smoky, divey blues bar. But the prices ensure that your
hardened
bar flies stay out. There are a few regulars, but most of the crowd
arent.
In fact, between ten and midnight it is literally wall to wall
yuppies.
It's, apparently, where the yuppies go slumming before they
terrorize
the endless streams of bars in wicker park or lincoln park. It was
scary.
You couldnt even get to the bar to order another round and you
couldnt
get a waitress to save your life. Then, I realized, the diveyness
was
all for show, a divey, yuppie filled blues bar, lincoln park trixies
talking
outside on their cell phones, wanna be hip suburbanites and
whathaveyou.
Ugh.
What a disappointment.
It
sucks when you're drunk and something seems genuinely cool, and you catch
the
tail end of it so you think it's always like that only to realize that
isn't
the case, it's another generic bar of suck.
Blah.
Oh
well.
The
quest for a place that is genuinely cool and fun, a bar I would be
comfortable
dying in, continues...
pontifications