It reminds me of the late 90's (am I old enough to say that kind of thing?) when every week a new hip restaurant opened. It would last just under a year and then go belly up (or have illegal gambling...BAH!). I distinctly remember hearing the phrase, "Remember Cafe Tabac?" one night at Cake that made me giggle. It's like style without substance can only get you so far and then you better learn how to tap dance cause no one will pay attention to you if they feel they've seen it all. It seemed like that was the beginning of "who was there?" instead of "what was going on there?". Obviously, that existed before, but it seemed to go into hyperdrive as everyone became a publicist or public relations firm. Who the fuck ISN'T in pr these days, spinning every watered-down crappy idea into the "most fabulous experience of your life". When you cater to people who are not interesting or who are not active contributors to the evolution of our urban culture, you're left with a bunch of fucking tube tops and khakis. Do downtown a favor and just mug someone tonight. You deserve their money for putting up with their presence, not some yuppie bar owner.
God, I'm hungover.