This bar has a secret password

Last Friday we went to the R Bar. It has a secret password. When the door guy was asked by two Paris Hiltonesque skanked up valley chicks why they had a password I admired his response:

"To keep people like you out."


I was also happy to see the ebullient Tigger sticker in the cab we took on the way over there. Perhaps put up in the hope that his smiling visage would decrease the frequency of reaching through the passthrough with a pistol and demanding all the cabbie's money by taking any would be thug into a childlike happy place where they would reconsider their actions and emerge from the cab a better person.


It was very dark inside. like it takes your eyes several minutes to adjust dark. the kind of dark that is the friend of the sexual predator, or the extremely marginal looking potential mate. Both seemed to be lurking in the various corners of the place. Sadly this is the best picture I was able to get in there. It kind of has the look of an old fish restaurant. The awning had some korean on it and the windows were all boarded up and painted black. There was no sign to indicate what it even was.



But the classy art in the bathroom pretty much redeems any poor choice of decor in the dining area.

And for some reason they had food. And a sanitation grade of "B" which to be honest was surprising as "C" seems to be about all our neighborhood can muster.