triptych. Good name, because I almost tripped, slipped, and fell on my arse twice on the way to the bathroom. But it was worth it for the disco. I especially liked the gold toilet seat cover, and that the disco ball was patched with a piece of duct tape. Quack. But I wouldn't mind sitting down for a coffee with the chef. What a waste of a potentially cool space.
la pinata, alameda. Or at least that's what I think it's called. Sugar cane in the margaritas is a nice touch, but, wait until you see the funny taped on pants that are on the plastic blue triangle restroom sign on the door. Snazzy pants. Too bad they didn't tape down the toilet bowl a little more. It's like your own personal earthquake.
lingba lounge. actually the bathroom was completely un-memorable. Is that a word? But the attitude of the bartender was horrific. Especially considering I actually enjoy a surly bartender. And oh. No, it's not called monkey bar....
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