|
Back in 1976, some pixie made what was, up until the time (and probably still is), the only concerted effort to concisely sum up a place that embodies more contradictions, soured hopes, flights of fancy and filigrees of whimsy and madness than any other four acres of earth on the globe. That nameless chronicler wrote: "We're a beer hall where you can see a ballet and a honky-tonk that's wired for video. We're a hundred barkeeps and musicians, audio engineers and lighting specialists, cooks, waitresses, electricians, carpenters, plumbers, artists, bouncers, maintenance people, stage hands and even several folks whose functions have never been determined, but who are still considered indispensable. |
|