obituary to balcony bar

WORDS BY LAKEISHA WATKINS o bituary to WORDS BY MAXim BUCKLEY

Balcony Bar, I wish I knew where you now Balcony are Legends think that they can replace you, but will they truly raise the bar to the level of a balcony, bar?

I only visited you once, but just once was enough to truly experience the Balcony Bar Your black curtains blocking out the summer sun; your strangely shaped pints sporting logos of foreign beers; your reasonably priced drinks dripping with reasonably priced condensation; your portable swampy air conditioner that needs to be filled with water every 10 minutes; you made me and my friends feel like tsars, Balcony Bar. Even your toilets were quirky, missing the faucets, now just scars on the Balcony Bar Balcony toilet…bar. I wish you didn’t have to go so far away in my memory, Balcony Bar.

But unfortunately all superstars must fall, and Balcony Bar you are just the same. So let’s raise one last jar (of beer) to our good friend, Balcony Bar.