Monday, July 18, 2005
One glass?
I have few complaints about downtown Boise - there are plenty of weekend options, some live music and decent restaurants. In some ways, however, the scene is a little too hip and some of the bars my friends frequent have started to annoy me.
The Cactus Bar, though, has been calling to me. It's dark, smoky, a little seedy - a good place to pick up a divorcee. A couple nights ago I finally convinced Joe and Hilary to go and if the Guns 'N Roses on the speakers and white trash decor weren't enough to prove this bar's worth, the question the bartender asked me, with all seriousness, after I ordered a pitcher clinched it:
"So, just one glass?"
The Cactus Bar, though, has been calling to me. It's dark, smoky, a little seedy - a good place to pick up a divorcee. A couple nights ago I finally convinced Joe and Hilary to go and if the Guns 'N Roses on the speakers and white trash decor weren't enough to prove this bar's worth, the question the bartender asked me, with all seriousness, after I ordered a pitcher clinched it:
"So, just one glass?"