Bar Tuesdays: Week Five

Week Five: Club Octane

This week’s bar is one of the few on the list that I’ve been to before. This is the one that Frito, Lucy and I shut down when it was Sh-Na-Na’s after we went there for ridiculous karaoke song night. It reopened a few weeks later as Club Octane:

However, it still carried on the tradition of having relatively no patrons. Seriously, I don’t know how the place stays open. Frito, Paul and I went there for karaoke one night and when we walked in the place there was the bouncer, the bartender, the 2 karaoke DJs and us. Four other people came in during the night, but that was it. And it’s really not a bad place – I wouldn’t really qualify it as a dive bar. It’s clean and updated inside and even has a corner section with a new leather couch and loveseat. It’s just always dead. Last night was no different. When we got there, the (awesome) bartender was sitting outside with 2 people. Those 2 people left not long after and the only other people who showed up all night other than us were the owner and 2 guys who played pool. That was it. Good thing we had the 16 of us to give it some life:

Okay, so maybe we didn’t quite fill up the place. Dan just looks so happy to be standing in the middle of nothing, though. But really, I don’t know why people don’t go just for the view:

I mean, who wouldn’t want to look out at the airport? We sure as hell did at the start of the night:

Aww, yeah - getting our drink on out on Airport Road. Frito even took advantage of the warm summer weather and indulged in a Mojito:

Yay, mojitos! Well, it was a yay until he discovered a brown mint leaf in it:

Oh, the sadness.

Frito and I even tried to drum up business by advertising one of the perks:

I enjoy establishments that don’t smell like cat pee, don’t you?

We headed inside not long after that, where we holed up in the VIP section the rest of the night, because that’s how we roll on Bar Tuesdays (holla, Groucho’s VIP!):

Overall, we were mostly disappointed this week, though. Too nice inside, no Lovable Local hanging around since there is NO ONE hanging around, and no jukebox! No jukebox!!! Instead they play Sirius satellite radio, so we couldn’t even carry on our tradition of playing questionable music. Also? NO GOLDEN TEE. Whither the Golden Tees, people? [Golden Tee Count: 3 out of 5] The only noteworthy thing about the bathrooms was the use of a plank of wood for a toilet tank top in one of the ladies room stalls:

Other than that, the bathrooms were clean and unremarkable. Bo-ring! Oh, and the place was out of Captain Morgan AND Malibu, much to the dismay of David and Michelle. Final evaluation: boring, boring. The bartender was really great, but even she couldn't save it. C’mon, where are the raccoons to chase us? The carnies? The peanuts? Next!

Next week – Bar Tuesday makes a temporary move to Sunday night because of the holiday. The place we’re going is known for an older crowd, and there will be karaoke. And you’d better believe there will be video. I can’t wait.

Comments

[Paul]

Not even a mention of my Before He Cheats rendition? No video with the twirl? No mention of the face lick?

What is the world coming to?

[Pam]

The video came out too dark. Why did we ask for that mood lighting?! The best part of it is someone trying to get your attention by yelling, "Mr. Underwood!"

P.S. Paul got trashed and licked my face as I left.