Off The Wagon
I don’t usually write bad reviews but this place was so awesomely bad, I had to tell you guys about it. It also proves that wandering around and picking a bar at random isn’t always the best way to go. Following your nose can sometimes steer you wrong. In this case, it wasn’t so much our noses as other things that led me and my friends into this particular bar. We had fled the previous scene after realizing that the dark corner we were shoved into wasn’t going to provide any sort of outside conversation. So we packed up and headed out onto the street, finally wandering into Off the Wagon because, as one friend put it, “hey, there are boys there!” After walking in the door, she started apologizing profusely because there were in fact many boys there, but they were just that, boys. Not men, not guys, not dudes, boys. One young man that attempted to approach me looked like he was about sixteen. Sorry bro, but I’m not ready for the cougar thing yet.There’s nothing wrong with the bar itself. Like most places on that strip of the Village, the outside looks a bit run down, but the inside is actually really nice. It’s a great place for a casual, cheap drink and with its dozen or so TV screen, you’ll never miss the game. But beware, if you happen to a human of the female persuasion and you’re not interested in being hit on by fratastic broskies, you might want to hit up another bar for a cheap beer. That being said, if you’re the type of person that likes to hang out at a place ironically, that’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard, but I just found your next hot spot, go forth and be hipsterish.
Good for: a laugh