Earlier this week, a little birdie told me of the best bad pick-up line she’d heard. To wit:
“Baby, you smell like Rose’s…the store, not the flowers.”
Of course, I would never stoop to denigrate a retail chain doing business locally, not least a chain that offers an embarrassment of riches in the category of fantastic White Elephant gifts and other discounted wares. (Huzzah Rose’s! Go you! Please don’t sue!)
But this birdie’s pick-up line does reel the mind. What is the worst pick-up line you’ve heard, ‘Villains? And, failing that, (and I’m looking at you, mc, b-yo, ThatGrrl, and oy here) what’s the worst pick-up line you can come up with?
It’s Friday, and it’s the first weekend in Spring. Fertility is thick on the ground. Let’s do our part to help prevent people from getting laid.
So the C&O crowd made for standing-room-only with a live band and an older crowd, while the young ‘uns at South Street mustered a few pints with many an empty bar seat? What the eff? I’ve heard tell of South Street’s Tuesday draw. What gives?
Generational war? (Fight! Stop spending our Social Security! We need beer money!)
Post-St. Patrick’s Day lull? (Perhaps, but blaming the Irish is like sooooo 1850.)
Slow night in the ‘ville by my account—minus the C&O; I’ve been hearing good things about the live music there. Keep it up! (And no knock on South Street; I blame lily-livered cVillains.)
I had the misfortune of dining at Bohème this past weekend. I know…the location and menu seem inspiring, but it just wasn’t my lucky evening. Our table might have had a clue when we began ordering drinks. Besides a bottle of delicious Spanish red, we asked for sparkling water. I would expect Evian or Pelegrino, but they surprised me with VOSS. For some reason I was under the impression VOSS was some yuppy water from California that drunk celebrities spray on their friends when the Cristal runs dry. Did you know its from Norway? Our waiter did, and we all stared at each other in disbelief…WTF are we doing drinking Norwegian water in cville?
Nice weather made everyone giddy like a schoolchild.
South Street - Party of Sausage, awesome if you are into that. Did anyone notice the two Christmas tree colored beauties at the bar earlier on in the night? All I can say is WOW.
Zo Ca Lo - What is this like the new hipster bar or something like that? It totally is. Rich hipsters, for serious. Word on the street is their short rib special was nothing short of amazing.
Blue Light - Same old. Crowded, little rednecky, fun.
Escafe - Seemed a little slow to me. The music was friggin’ awesome.
Ladies and Gentlemen, step right up for your week in review.
We got villains dissing on wine bars, gunshots at the Outback and some Grecian food. Don’t forget to stop around back to sample our smelly PR move, celebrity wannabies, and your favorite musical acts. When you leave, grab the gift bag– it’s full of tats, lawsuits, and monkey sex. Enjoy!
While, not as exciting as a putt-putt brawl, shots were fired at Outback Lodge this weekend. Police said this is the fourth time since April that shots have been fired.
Is Outback turning into the most dangerous place to go out?
Besides the lovely complexity of having too much wine this week, we break the story on Pink Paintballs, (hopefully) find a restaurantuer a chef partner, chat with bartenders and break a rumor of a high end steak place. Oh, we also make some rule.
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