“Ecce Homo”, et tu?

"I believe that bear was wearing people's clothes."

- Josh Faraday (The Magnificent 7)

9:30 pm. On a Monday. I'm going to skip to the end because I have too many reviews to write to spend a lot of time on shitty clubs. On my return trip to this place (since there were zero dancers when I dropped by in the afternoon), I was greeted with what seemed to be promising news. Not so. Spoiler alert. This is a review that's a little heavier on the satire and parody than usual. The TL;DR is the visit sucked. Both of them. So, the bartender and errand boy were standing on the sidewalk by the door as I walked back up. Maybe he wasn’t an errand boy, but I saw him both times and it didn’t look like he was doing anything but odd jobs. Maybe he was the bouncer with no one to bounce, so just wandered around looking lost?