For an hour on a Sunday,...

For an hour on a Sunday, this was the slowest place i've ever been, period. Three to five girls visible, though I wouldn't say that any were actually doing anything. One of them did "dance" if walking back and forth on a stage doing nothing can be called "dancing." Generally, the ladies all seems to be good enough looking. But they were chatting with regulars, playing videogames, or smoking and vacantly staring into space while sipping wine. Lots more guys than talent. But the guys were just sitting there, watching football and doing nothing, too. Nobody went to the "tents." Nothing seemed to be happening. It was some kind of David Lynch take on a middle class living room.

The upside was that my total damage was $5 for a soda. A record low for me since places started charging more than $2.50 for a beer.