“..really? Really?!”
Look, who am I to judge anyone’s dreams? I haven’t read your business plan, Rehab Dance Club. Maybe it’s 28 pages of sheer bar-owning, business-planning poetry. Besides, if I told you what I really wanted to do with my life (improvisational french mimery), you probably wouldn’t understand where I was coming from either. And ultimately, you put your money where your mouth is and you have your name up in lights. “REHAB DANCE BAR,” your awning says.
I have done no such thing. There’s no awning over my door that says “SALLY: IMPROVISATIONAL FRENCH MIME.” So I can only offer you a sincere kudos and wish you the best of luck.
However, it bears mentioning that 5 seconds ago, when I turned my head to pretend I didn’t see a panhandler, this was the reincarnation of Club Malibu. And before that it was called like 4Play or something. And the Dirty Martini before that. If I might be so bold, could there be a chance…just a chance…that in this particular instance, the name of the bar isn’t the thing that’s holding you back? Maybe it’s more the weird location, across the street from Shoppers’ Drug Mart and right alongside one of Whyte Avenue’s rapiest alleys?
Mayhaps?
But good luck and god speed, Rehab Dance Club. I sincerely hope you make a fool of me and have a long, profitable run at this location. In the meantime, I will be waiting for the day this spot becomes “Puzzles,” the pub that never has a last call.
*I refrained from making a “I’m guessing we’ll get 90 days of rehab” joke. Self control!
Way to beat me to the punch. I took a photo of this place the other night in the hopes of doing just such a story (though, with fewer mine references).
As far as I can count, this place has indeed been 4, possibly 5, bars in the last 4.5 years of my time in the neighbourhood.
It’s supposed to be a gay bar. We’ll see how that goes. I’ve also heard it’s owned by the same group that run Oil City, The Bank, Vinyl et al. If they run this gay bar the same way they run their other gay bar, Play!, then it’s destined to be crap… regardless of name or location.
Puzzles! Now there’s an idea… I would definitely go there.
Terrible name for a bar in a terrible location. Clearly, this is a recipe for success.
Although, if it’s a gay bar, as Ryan indicated above, it might actually do OK. The south side doesn’t have a gay bar (to my knowledge), and people seem to be less-than-fond of Play, so may it’ll do well? I dunno.
Oh Sally! You rock!