Monday, May 5, 2008

Basque

This is not a review, but a tribute to one of the least memorable Hollywood cheese clubs.

Basque...
The name itself is enough to make any decent human being cringe.
But walking by it on a Saturday evening proves to be even more hair raising and ironically sad.
You can tell by the Top 40 dance remixes and button down shirts with distressed jeans that this place was oozing with cheese.
This was the place that created a line outside to put on the facade of being an A-listers club (which I also hate), that the poor Hills and Valleys and west side crowd just ate up.
The rule for this place was, wear the smallest, shiniest, tasteless outfit and seek out a man just as classy as your outfit.

So needless to say, this place earned plenty of grunts from myself and my friends.

We were surprised, however to find out this place went up in flames the day after we had made such remarks...
Fortunately, it was at 5am when there was no cheap fabrics and cologne to add fuel to the flames.

R.I.P. - You're cheese will live on in another location the locals can't seem to avoid.

1 comment:

Dave Caira said...

I like this one,true.Well,at least no one got hurt.Good riddens,Baque!