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I went to the other sushi joint on this little island. It has this 10 foot tall metal door like some kind of shrine or Masonic meeting place where I was not supposed to be opening doors without first giving the secret knock. I was going to go in there about 4 hours ago as I passed it on my bike. I almost hit this dude walking across the street arm-in-arm with some other dude, not paying attention to where he was going. I just kind of looked at him like "well, don't just stand there gawking at me, go." and he just kind of looked at me like "well, I'm quite high". Anyway, I guess the metal door (complete with neon) intimidated my sense of bluejeans, because I went home and got my black pinstripe collar-shirt and went back. Good thing, too, because it was like a California carrot-juice, apple-martini and oh-are-you-actually-paying-with-a-gold-card?-hmmmm bar. And who should stroll over and bumble his way to serving me but mister opium parlor himself; I dunno if he recognized me with the extra layer of clothing on. I ate some funny-sounding pseudo-staple things and oh sweet sassy molassy I wanted to get a platinum card the food was so good. And then I actually got dessert - some plum kind of ice cream. They brought it in a friggin' martini glass, and it was pink with a curvy little spoon. Every bite I took sapped one of my Y chromosomes, drifting their way upwards into the track lighting. And the bill was $75. I left the place feeling like I had wandered into some kind of "Eyes Wide Shut" party and been molested by all those rich pseudo-debauch esquires.

At least I satisfied my curiosity about what was behind the big metal door..


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May. 30th, 2004 09:48 pm (UTC)
dammit the password is Fidiliao! or some shit from the movie lol
Jun. 2nd, 2004 01:42 pm (UTC)
I have no idea who you are and you probably don't know me either- but I came across this post in the friend's list of one of my newer friends and I had to comment. You account of the sky bar is utterly hilarious. I know the owner- though we're not necessarily friends and I am always humored by the stark contrast of the dark and perfumy depths behind that huge glowing door to the regular old galveston postoffice street outside. You should see the back room- I threw a birthday party there in April and it was quite surreal.

Yeoff's last place was in Miami, afterall ;)
Jun. 2nd, 2004 05:16 pm (UTC)
Yeoff? hmm, well that explains a little.

The food was top-notch, but I don't think it was 75 bucks worth. Especially since I felt so creeped out there. Besides, I don't like dressing up for dinner. Maybe I would take a date there or something.
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