Huckleberries

A long, long time ago, I lived in the apartment above this sleazy dive. It was the most awesome apartment I ever had — it had a back patio as big as it, and was a three bdrm…
But, Huckleberries was a rotten joint. The daytime bartender was an old Polish lady who was a nice lady, and I always wondered how she ended up there, serving suds and well drinks to the hard-​workin’ folk that were so far from «honest, salt of the earth».
Once, they had a «lingerie show» there, and I saw a woman make a man’s fingers disappear, if you know what I mean. Unsavory, indeed.
Still, I’ll give it two stars for the apartment above it (man, did we have some great parties!), and for the fact that they had A/​C. I’d swing down to have a beer just to cool off during that hot, hot summer.
I’m not surprised Huck’s is closed.

Licensed Revoked. Don’t serve minors, yo!