Blowfish.

Blowfish.
The inspiration.

20 February 2010

Commune's Lonely Hearts Club (aka. Commune's)



Downtown in the Rodeo St. area is a basement bar that caters to foreigners. The owner is a super-cool guy who speaks English extremely well, and has a seriously fabulous music collection. The music when it’s busy is usually of the sing-along-everyone-knows-this-one variety, but when it clears out he’s willing to play requests of pretty much anything. He knows Mogwai and Sigur Ros, which makes me love him even more. He also has a decent collection of classic vinyl, for special nights, or when the computer and iPod are acting up.

He has a couple of flat-screen TV’s, which frequently show foreign sports competitions, like soccer(football), rugby, and recently, the Olympic games. I’ve been in there a couple of times when it was full of Irish men screaming about a rugby match, or English men and football. I would have been there for the Super Bowl, but unfortunately with the time difference, the game was playing at 8am my time. I like the commercials, but they’re not worth being an hour away from my house at 8am.

He serves the basics--Jim, Jack, and Johnny--with a few mixers (all I need is cranberry ), beer, and a version of hard lemonade. It’s really the chill ambience that brings people in. But be warned, during events and really late into the evening it gets really smoky in there. Still, well worth a visit. Or six.

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