Pyramid Cabaret

This place kicks ass. It’s a gorgeous, old theatre type warehouse with plenty of raw attitude that would make it a great place for any sort of underground event.
I don’t know what sort of event’s the typically throw, but I don’t see them attracting your typically sports bar crowd. If there’s live music going on, I’d love to see it at the Pyramind.
It’s not the type of place you’d stop for drinks if there was nothing going on. Its by no means a pub. But if you feel like checking out an event, I’d definitely have a look at their show posters to see what’s going on.
They had pilsner, and 2 kinds of local beer on special when I was here. Divey with a strong local music influence — that’s just how I like my bars.
The place is dark, with a big stage and old factory brick walls. There’s a pyramid in the brick work behind the stage and a neon sphinx sign, but that’s all the Egyptian theme there is. It’s not cheesy or corny. Ok, while a Sphynx might by a little corny, all of it looks like it was repurposed from days gone by.
I had too many drinks and danced my little heart out. If that’s what you want to do, I recommend Pyramid.
Someone threw up in the bathroom. Hey, it’s that kind of place. But what was exceptional about pyramid is they had a staff member in their stat to clean it up. He wasn’t even hating life about it. He said how «yeah, this part of it really sucks, but it’s not that big of a deal when you consider all the great shows that come through here.» Fuckin-​eh, brother. I love your attitude, and I loved this bar.
Check it out.

Hmmmm… well… what can I say about the pyramid?
I heard they had some kick ass parties but when I came by, it was dead and this is my post mortem. It didn’t help that it was a Monday night… Thanksgiving night to be exact and everyone was most likely home laying in a tryptophan induced coma. But this is the 1^st time in MY LIFE that I’ve seen a dance floor empty. At first, people even hovered at the edge of it as if it was shark infested and they just wanted someone to jump in 1^st. That someone would’ve been me… fuck it, I don’t live here… and even if I did, I have less shame than Sarah Palin. Even the DJ told us that he was only sitting thru the «dinner theatre» (as he called) it bc he was high as fuck. I tried to drink this into fun but the shots were small and watery.
So my S. O and I did what any sane, upstanding, young members of society would do when they’ve found themselves in a less than dope spot: sexy role play.
You know, where I’m the lonely tourist/​lost Asian girl/​runaway geisha on her last night of vacation and he’s the local mariachi/​cage fighter/​undercover agent who shows her one last night of fun before she has to get married/​deported/​sell her organs?
Ahh… the night redeemed itself.
Wait… you don’t do that too?
Well, you really should consider it.
(Sidebar: PJ, if you’re reading this, how come during sexy role play, my character never knows English? Just wondering)