A night in my Hood

As I mentioned in my drunken ramblings, we were in my hood last night. Now, I have never partied in my area so I definitely was a terrible guide, but I did know the more happening area at least and was able to get lost people to the jazz club. After the jazz club basically kicked us out before midnight, we went on a search for somewhere else to continue the party. Remembering that we had seen a bar when walking to the jazz club, we decide to hit that up. The bar was called the The Bar, not the best of names but we still decided to give it a shot. Walked up to the door and we were met with this sign on the....

Even in it's terrible English translation we understood that our kind was not welcome there. Of course we loitered outside while I tried to convince some people to go in and see if they got kicked out, but no one had the balls to do so. Could you imagine if this sign was put up back home? Really? "Foreigners stay out"... well that just wouldn't fly, but of course here it happens all too often. If there isn't a sign, then it's the way you are treated once you are inside. Of course I'm not saying that it is like this everywhere, 9 times out of 10 they are excited and curious to have a foreigner in their establishment. But you sure do notice when you aren't welcome. Sometimes I forget how accepting I expect others to be. Just because that is how I was raised, it doesn't mean that is how everyone was raised.

Moving on, we go to a place around the corner called "Gangster Bar"... and I mean come on, the bar had to be good with a name like that. I pictured some thug music, graffiti on the walls, etc... very stereotypical, but again that's not uncommon here. We walk in (and first things first the place is beyond dead), the music is of an older, ballady variety and basically there is nothing gangster about it. But with no other option we pulled up a chair and cracked a few beers. 

The giant Budweiser can outside of Gangster Bar

The sparkley toilet seat, oh so very gangster

Don't want to go to the bar to get a drink? That's okay, just grab one from the centre of your table!

The crew that made it out for the night

Most people went home at a decent time but being in my own area I was ready to party the night away. I managed to convince three others to find somewhere else to drink.... but it turned out we couldn't find anywhere open at 1:30 so instead we pulled up a chair outside a convenience store and had a couple of beers before calling it a night.