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is the best bar in downtown Kansas City, according to an informal poll conducted by myself and a guy I know, goes by the name Big Boots. "Cheap drinks, biscuits and gravy bar on the weekends, trivia, and, most nights, solid local music," said Big Boots. "What's not to love?" Couldn't agree more -- as always, Big Boots is right on the money. Tomorrow night's Band Scramble
, for instance, should be a shining example of what makes the Brick a lovable, locally connected joint.
But can you relieve yourself comfortably at the Brick? We report!
Charming door art. A good start.
One of these machines. Is there a Seinfeld bit about these already? Because I have one in my head, and I'm not sure if it's my original thoughts or a plagiarization of something from his stand-up act. But it goes like this:
What's the deal with these washcloth machines? Have you seen these, do you know what I'm talking about? They hammer a box into a wall, wrap up a long washcloth, roll it inside, and that's your hand dryer? You have to tug on the dirty part of the cloth to get to the clean part of the cloth? And how big are these rolls? And how could you ever know if they're being cleaned? [pause.] Who Are These People?
No lock on the bathroom, and no door to the stall means no numero dos at the Brick men's room. At least for many of us. I've never seen anyone blowing this place up, but Big Boots once did, during a trivia night. "Old and proud, the man was," Big Boots recounted. "And in possession of a quiet dignity. He carried with him no shame."