And it’s scary because I’d hate to see this space close shop. And then you’ve got Eros, she’s got the edge, the façade but doesn’t quite have it’s identity nailed in the secure fashions it’s competitors have. Also nearby you have Magnum, the bad girl gone good, a piano affair with an intimate shack of a bar and great drink specials but a mostly mummified clientele. If you walk up the road you have Jamboree, Hepatitis-c anyone? A cruising bar, black as butthole where anything goes. I liken Eros to Cinderella and her ugly step sisters. The venue, space, dance floor and location all provide that edge of cool and hip, a potential still untapped. I tango’d with gin and fell into a wormhole of chains, goth pop and a sorry-not-sorry sad light show.
