So, I checked out the new bar, R15, on Wednesday. Then I checked it out again on Thursday. Today being Friday, I think I might just head on over to R15 and check the place out again.
Did I mention that I've been spending a lot of time at R15?
To be fair, my Wednesday visit was for a press conference - a rather unorthodox to-do for a bar opening, but shoot, I'm not complaining. Then last night, I arrived with my adult kickball league and we proceeded to swill our $2 Pabsts in our dorky team T-shirts until closing. Tonight, I'm officially going under the auspices of my night life column, so I swear I don't have a sleeping bag and toothbrush there. Yet.
Though I do know a lot of folks who might as well. A bar/club hybrid, people dig the fact that they can feel classy sipping their martini at the bar, or slum it back by the pool tables with a pitcher of fine domestic ale. It should be no suprise what catagory I'm in - they even let me make a playlist on their sound system that contained nothing but butt rock, and they let me play a good five or six songs of it.
For more, check out my official review in Weekend Ticket next Friday. And, if you ever see me there, buy me a drink, cause I'm obviously wasting my rent.