Politics. Religion. The late works of Tesla...
Topics you tend to avoid in polite company.
Unless, of course, the polite company happens to be hanging out in a bizarro church/ping-pong-themed bar right next to a bunch of churches.
Then you can say whatever you damn well please...
Introducing Sister Louisa’s Church of the Living Room and Ping Pong Emporium, your new safe house for cold beer, heated pong-offs and random Jesus-y artwork, opening next week in the Old Fourth Ward.
To be clear, yes, this place is pretty much exactly how it sounds—a no-holds-barred mélange of pseudo-religious, questionably captioned artwork coupled with a healthy dose of late-night spirituality.
And you’ll want to start things off downstairs by dropping a few coins in the old-school jukebox, grabbing a seat at the bar and summoning a glass of Spiritual Sangria and a hot dog topped with cheese grits and bacon. Consider this a primer.
Because after ascending the flight of stairs just around the corner, you’ll find yourself surrounded by bowling trophies, a ragtag assortment of leather couches, church pews and, of course, the coveted ping-pong table. Which is where you’ll proudly stake your claim for the rest of the evening while holding gin in one hand and a paddle of fury in the other.
You’ve been sent by a higher power to destroy.
Topics you tend to avoid in polite company.
Unless, of course, the polite company happens to be hanging out in a bizarro church/ping-pong-themed bar right next to a bunch of churches.
Then you can say whatever you damn well please...
Introducing Sister Louisa’s Church of the Living Room and Ping Pong Emporium, your new safe house for cold beer, heated pong-offs and random Jesus-y artwork, opening next week in the Old Fourth Ward.
To be clear, yes, this place is pretty much exactly how it sounds—a no-holds-barred mélange of pseudo-religious, questionably captioned artwork coupled with a healthy dose of late-night spirituality.
And you’ll want to start things off downstairs by dropping a few coins in the old-school jukebox, grabbing a seat at the bar and summoning a glass of Spiritual Sangria and a hot dog topped with cheese grits and bacon. Consider this a primer.
Because after ascending the flight of stairs just around the corner, you’ll find yourself surrounded by bowling trophies, a ragtag assortment of leather couches, church pews and, of course, the coveted ping-pong table. Which is where you’ll proudly stake your claim for the rest of the evening while holding gin in one hand and a paddle of fury in the other.
You’ve been sent by a higher power to destroy.
