Like the Beastie Boys said, you've got to stand up for your right to paartay!
And that's what I did. So now, Jake, Mark and Yasha don't bother me about what to review and what not to review. But when Frank -- the eXile's self-proclaimed guru that introduced our readers to Prognoz Pogodi -- politely recommended that I review something with an address that our readers can actually get to, instead of writing about some obscure pafosny club on a naberezhnaya somewhere in Moscow that I never go into, I agreed.
I've been hanging out with my new Russian yuppie friends I mentioned in my last column, and after a Friday night out on the elite club circuit, they were ready for some downtime on Saturday. They wanted to watch movies and other homey stuff. But not I.
The truth is, if I start to really -- and I mean really -- drink on a Friday night, I build up this totally wild alcohol momentum that not I, or anyone or anything else, can stop until about noon the following Sunday. It's beyond me. It's just the way my system works.
I like hanging with the Russians, but no way was I chilling at home. So with my Russian friends out of the picture, I could get to work reviewing some new clubs.
This week's pick is BOOZE BUB. It's opened up by the people of Tema and Help and is conveniently located next door to Tema, my newest oldest favorite club in Moscow. Tema always fills up to maximum capacity, so Booze Bub is perfectly situated to serve as a cool down and relax before diving back into Tema for another dancing/stripping on the bar session.
And that's exactly what I planned to do. The first order of business was familiarize myself with the surroundings of Booze Bub, so my girlfriend Allie and I got a couple of sit down, warm up party mojitos. We flirted with a couple of Russian dudes, and as customary, gave out some numbers.
Interestingly, there didn't seem to be any Westerners there and way more guys than girls. And that's fine by me, especially when I feel like getting my ass grabbed by complete strangers.
Booze Bub is really chill in a standard kind of way. It's got an Irish pub feel, but the open space of a German beer hall. The thing about the Help/Tema crew is that their bartenders know how to mix a mean cocktail and that know-how is preserved here.
Anyway, I've got this cute guy coming over to my house to "watch a movie" in about fifteen minutes and I still haven't showered, I gotta hurry...
Suffice it to say that Allie and I never actually made it to Tema as planned. As we were finishing up our third mojitos, two Brits walked through the door and one of them immediately recognized me. I was involved with one of the guy's friends when I had just moved to Moscow... Anyway, we hung for another hour with the two bankers. Allie and I had about five more mojitos before we headed to one of the dudes' 5-room Ostozhenka apartment.
From all the stuff I've written, you can guess the rest. But just in case you're wondering, Viagra was involved, as was a good amount of silk sheets.
Potapovsky Per. 5, Bld.2