Cellar

Just got back from The Cellar for Susan’s birthday.  My ears are still ringing, and I feel old.

Yelp reviews of the place were dead-on: prepare for body contact.  There was plenty of room but guys and girls alike felt the need to glide past me with as much body contact as possible.  They also jabbed me with their elbows, purses, and hands as they flailed around to Walk Like An Egyptian.

There was a loose dress code, and the two guys in front of me were denied for their Adidas track jackets and sneakers.  The bouncer explained that next time they should wear button down collared shirts with slacks and dress shoes.  Uh, it’s called The Cellar, and it’s as hot as balls down there.  They should let people in with shorts and tanks.