Rose Garden

It’s SO BAD that it’s GOOD. I mean, like, worst of the worst bad, too. It’s like throwing yourself into a John Waters movie while at the same time getting to know the seediest crackheads on Lake City.
The sign offering hot dogs, coca-​cola, etc. also offers this handy bit of advice, «CHECKS AND CRACKPIPES NOT ACCEPTED.» Who knew???
If you like:
– Cheap-​ish drinks (so long as the owner isn’t serving. She’s a cheap bastard),
– Prostitutes running business out of the van out front (yes, I’m serious),
– An interesting and somewhat scary clientelle (I’m only 5′ tall, and once had a man chat me up about travel, life, and bucket lists. He looked me in the eye with «bedroom eyes» and said that his greatest fantasy before he died was to have sex with a midget. Fear!!!),
– Lopsided pool tables,
– Gangsters and riff raff,
– Crack, cocaine, heroin, or absolutely garbage weed, or
– Worrying about catching scabies when you sit on bar stools…
Well, if so, the Rose Garden is the place for you!

Its official. this place sucks. and now you have to be careful or you will be shot. Gangbangers are fuckheads.

What is up with this place? It always has the same group of people standing out front, staring down cards and looking like they are ready to bounce anyone at any time. Honestly, the place looks like a front for something shady.

Um, I don’t even know what to say. The walls are stark white, the cielings are low and the place is lit with florecent lights… Maybe it’s me but I didn’t want to stay. Maybe it’s just not my style. I played a game or two of pool and the whole time, me and my friends just couldn’t believe the place had a small crowd. We had a good time laughing so I guess that’s a good thing. Maybe that’s what this place is about.