Las Torres Bar

I didn’t hate this place. I didn’t love it either. Cheap beer and loud music is a funny combination in a place that looks like this. The crowd is what it is, the review that came before mine is extremely accurate. The fact that someone has to frisk you before getting let in is a little sketchy. It looks sketchy in this area but I’m at least happy that there is an instrument for security in this bar.
The music is way too loud for no one to be dancing. I’ve only been here once and if I ever decide to go again, I’d hope to see people dancing. If the music is that loud that I can’t talk to my friend, I would like to substitute talk with dance. Maybe I’ll start the dancing and I’ll hope I don’t get stabbed for dancing with someone’s wife.
Why is someone my age at this place anyway? Because I’m cool.

Pasia’s with Ed Hardy Bling — Bling T Shirt’s…
Fat husband’s with receding hairline’s cheating on their wife’s…
Wanna-​be Mafia Gangsters with custom made Slip-​on Sneakers …
a little band from your grandmas pueblo with Botas Picudas singing No rompas más, mi pobre corazón — translation — don’t break my heart…
The Pistolero machismo type with a Chip n Dale Vest — that wants to be the best of the best…
The pool Table hogger’s that try 2 display their strength and toughness by hitting the ball hard …
The out of Shape Security with a cactus cooler and a bag of BBQ Corn Nuts…
the lady with the cherry print jeans dancing 2 — magneto– vuela vuela…
fichera’s a.k.a. freeloading cheapskate’s trying 2 get drunk off your pay check — – telling you — invita mi a una cerveza… translation… invite me 2 a beer …
the hard working construction worker that smell’s like sour milk coming from the refrigerator combined with 3 week old Potato and Egg Salad from your aunt and uncle’s 25 th anniversary wedding …
last but not least a bunch of drunk friends that dared each other 2 go inside and had a good time …