The missing urinal -- back to the (new) normal

After receiving a message from a pre-covid fav that she was returning to work Thursday night I decided to break my post-covid cherry. I arrived at Henry’s around 7:30.

The still free (and full of pot holes) parking lot had about a dozen cars. A fence around the parking lot had been installed just before the lockdown. It now has privacy strips woven through the chain link. Just as I was about to enter I realized I had forgotten my mask in the car. As soon as I entered after retrieving my mask I was met by the doorman who pointed a thermometer at my forehead. At first, in the dim light I thought he was pointing a gun at my head. I guess I passed inspection because he then asked for my $5 cover charge.

The layout of this place has been described about a 1000 times so I leave you to read previous reviews if you really need that info. As I entered beyond the turnstile I noticed that it seemed that a few tables had been removed. As I made my way to my favorite table near the DJ booth I noticed that there were X’s made with duct tape at just about every other seat on the tables. My guess is that no one is supposed to sit where there is an X to accommodate social “f’ing” distancing. Not many seemed to be paying much attention to the X’s.