You are, of course, familiar with Tamale’s Law.
It’s that elegant, immutable rule of nightlife, which posits the following: the crazier your night, the more likely you will need a tamale before it’s over.
...
Well, if you’re not familiar, you’re about to be.
Brace yourself for Slippery Slope, a dance factory with a thing for chili-smothered tamales and skee-ball, opening tonight.
It’s the new project from the Scofflaw guys. Their inspiration is the unhinged, anything-can-happen vibe of the sorely missed Bonny’s. Only bigger. And, um, unhingedier.
Inside, you’ll find pervasive crimson lighting that rivals the red sun of Krypton bouncing off the golden metallic hues of a Las Vegas cocktail dive circa ’71. Don’t worry. The two skee-ball machines really tie it all together.
The night starts with tiki drinks by the bottle, or some Slope Manhattans (also by the bottle), or some Barracuda Blue—a blueberry-infused ale that Dark Horse made just for this place.
Honestly, though, you’re here for one reason: to get down with your bad self. Electro, pop, soul... it doesn’t matter. If it gets you moving, they will be playing it.
And should your energy be flagging, try a Mother-in-Law, a tamale covered with chili and onions, and the only food they serve.
So, fine. You’re here for two reasons.
It’s that elegant, immutable rule of nightlife, which posits the following: the crazier your night, the more likely you will need a tamale before it’s over.
...
Well, if you’re not familiar, you’re about to be.
Brace yourself for Slippery Slope, a dance factory with a thing for chili-smothered tamales and skee-ball, opening tonight.
It’s the new project from the Scofflaw guys. Their inspiration is the unhinged, anything-can-happen vibe of the sorely missed Bonny’s. Only bigger. And, um, unhingedier.
Inside, you’ll find pervasive crimson lighting that rivals the red sun of Krypton bouncing off the golden metallic hues of a Las Vegas cocktail dive circa ’71. Don’t worry. The two skee-ball machines really tie it all together.
The night starts with tiki drinks by the bottle, or some Slope Manhattans (also by the bottle), or some Barracuda Blue—a blueberry-infused ale that Dark Horse made just for this place.
Honestly, though, you’re here for one reason: to get down with your bad self. Electro, pop, soul... it doesn’t matter. If it gets you moving, they will be playing it.
And should your energy be flagging, try a Mother-in-Law, a tamale covered with chili and onions, and the only food they serve.
So, fine. You’re here for two reasons.
