So...my girl and I were eagerly anticipating the opening of a new bar in Silverlake, Stinkers, in the spot formerly known as Johnny's. It is heavily themed in the truck stop motif. I'll keep this short and sweet. We totally screwed up going to a bar this conscious on opening night.
There are a plethora of skunk asses that spray out some mysterious smoke concoction every 20 minutes or so, a CB radio screamed into by trucker hat wearing staff, and many, many, many kitschy trucker-related levels of decorum. This is all gravy, but not on opening night. If I had stumbled into this bar three years from now I would have been intrigued by all this, perhaps charmed. But some kinks need to be worked out for this to happen, and the guys from accounts payable who drove in from Santa Monica dressed up as truckers for the occasion need to go the fuck away. It was too clean for a themed bar, and too self aware in its newness. Every time a bartender got on the CB they would eye their coworkers apprehensively like, "Am I doing this right?" The skunks spraying the smoke got old within two or three blasts. That I assume will eventually be relegated to special occasions or will break down never to be fixed, whichever comes first.
Final grade: C+ (WITH ROOM TO GROW INTO A MUCH HIGHER GRADE)
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