Exposing the seamy underside of D/FW nightlife
Welcome to the grand opening of Flash, a new weekly column dedicated to exposing the seamy
underside of D/FW nightlife. Each week I'll be talking about the hype, happenings and
horrors surrounding single life in Dallas. And don't worry, no names. You know who you
Rocking the Casbah
If you haven't noticed, Casbah has made a bit of a comeback recently. If it seems weird to
talk about a comeback for a club that's been open less than a year, you must be new to
Dallas. Around the globe, Dallas is famous for the Kennedy assassination, titty bars, and
the short attention span of its hipsters. If you doubt me, take a stroll through Dallas'
bar graveyard. Starck, the Joint, Our Bar, Virago, Starck, Dragonfly, Spy, Kangaroo,
Starck again. It's ugly.
Two months ago I thought Casbah was dead, but Dr. Flash may have misdiagnosed. The
symptoms were there; fewer hot girls, tons of guys. Not that guyfests are unique to bars
on life support, but when Mr. Mesquite starts going to your club, let's hope you've got
your investment back. Miss Dallas doesn't like getting hit on by Bubba. And when she
leaves for good, you might as well pull the plug. The opening of Cuba Libre nearby has
helped revive it. Dinner and drinks at Cuba, stumble across the street, drinks and dancing
at Casbah, stumble home.
Welcome to the Jungle
What's the current obsession among certain females with wardrobes by Mutual of Omaha's
Wild Kingdom? The recent outbreak of leopard-spotted, tiger-striped, zebra-striped, even
snake-print pants has me wondering if survival of the fittest really works. Either these
people don't have mirrors, or they don't have taste. It makes going out seem like
attending a support group for Siegfried & Roy rejects. And you with the animal print
cowboy hat? Trust me, if David Lee Roth couldn't pull it off, neither can you. You look
like the lead singer of Poison.
Where do you buy this stuff? I didn't know Animal Planet opened an outlet store in Dallas.
I don't think they bagged the animals themselves. In fact, most of outfits don't look like
they have a natural fiber in them. Of course, if you did shoot the damn thing, who am I to
tell you if it looks ridiculous. Just put the gun down.
If you're looking for a new tunes for the two a.m. two-step -- and trust me, she's as sick
of Enigma as you are -- try Café Del Mar, Volume Six. It's the perfect
soundtrack for the midnight mambo.
And, remember, the views expressed here don't necessarily reflect the views of anyone else
on the planet, much less Us Exposed.
- Flash -