Veronica D.
Yelp
Ooh Dirty South, you make me feel so good.
When family reunions with NO natives involve James Brown and Fela Kuti cover bands at bars called the Dragon's Den, one would be inclined to don their best sparkle-plated, bootielicious pants, complete a buns of steel workout and head on over ASAP, right?
Or, is that just me?
Considering the name, I pictured either a dark, cavelike atmosphere, or perhaps just a renaissance faire club gathering - neither appropriate for sparkly bootie pants to achieve their full shine, but that's okay because a) I forgot them at home, and b) tuns out the cover bands were nothing more than sets by a local DJ in the upstairs room. But hey, that's not the bar's fault, so perhaps the negative star simply goes to the messenger. Oh, and no, it wasn't a D&D fanclub, if that wasn't obvious before.
The crowd was eclectic and immediately hit the miniature dance floor, and I have to admit, the funkified mix delved into the back, spider-webbed corners of the JB catalog: both good signs. The beer selection was fairly sub-par (think along the bud/bud light lines), but the bar was stocked otherwise and service was friendly.
The balcony on the second floor was great for the crowd-claustraphobic (aka - me), that is until 40 more people joined and had me thanking god that major earthquakes didn't hit Louisiana. Should you be afraid of falling floors, I'd stick to the downstairs patio...
Overall two thumbs up, but next time I'm bringing those pants no matter what anyone thinks!