Tony-Man vs The Loft

So, in an effort to broaden my reviewer scope from just movies, I've decided to do food places, video games, bars, just whatever strikes my fancy at the moment.  And considering the embarrassment that I suffered recently at this particular establishment known as "The Loft," I think (against better judgement, because let's face it, my judgement is bad on most things to begin with) it's worth reviewing.  Despite the aforementioned embarrassment that I suffered there only but three days ago, I am going to try my best to stay objective since it wasn't this establishment's intent to embarrass me.  So, let's get this train wreck a'rolling.

So for those of you who don't know, and there are only a handful of you readers who don't know, the Loft is a bar in Downtown Augusta, Georgia.  Located at 927 Broad Street.  Which is basically a street that is home to seedy dive bars, disgruntled homeless people, and second rate nudie bars.  So, I'm reasonably comfortable there (or so I was).  And the Loft is one of the better places to go.  What I like about it, is that it feels spacious.  People can actually walk around in there without feeling like you're walking through some sort of clothes fetish orgy.  People can actually breathe there.  I like the bartending staff, they seem friendly because they seem friendly, and not because they're just trying to get business from you.  I do like that there are couches and a TV there, but of course most people clamor for the couches, which can be a pain.

The drinks there are pretty much on par with what a person usually expects to pay at a Downtown Augusta bar, which is appreciated, and the lighting and atmosphere is pretty much on par with what you expect from most bars and clubs in America.  Dark, but ambient.  Enough light there to see where your going, but not enough to sort of ruin the general feel of people who want to enjoy the bar scene.  There's even a sizeable stage and enough space for bands to play, dancers to dance, singers to sing.  So there is something there for every kind of interactive bar patron, if that makes any sense. 

So, aside my own personal baggage, what don't I like about the Loft?  Well, that's tough to say.  I don't like their house tequila, which did me in all stealth like and whatnot.  I wouldn't recommend it.  I don't really like the bathroom there.  But it's probably because I don't understand why they put ice in the trough.  I mean, seriously?  What's with that?  It reminds me of the bathroom scene in "The Hot Chick" with Rob Schenider.  Yeah... that's a thing.  I don't really like the ID security check at the front door.  I mean, I understand why they do that, but really if you're coming Downtown, you should be 21.  But there's nothing you can do about that.  I don't particularly like how the actual bar is on the left when you walk in through the door.  I don't even know why I don't like that, but it feels a bit tedious to be positioned there.  But maybe it's because that actually makes sense in a life that hasn't made sense to me, up to this point.  All of these things are really just nitpicks in the grand scheme of the bar.  Since I've decided to pretty much put aside the bar scene (something I should have done, long before now,) at least for now, I can say that the place isn't such a bad place to go, if you can get over the fact that it can be a little shady at times.

So, what happened three night ago that embarrassed me?  Well, many of you already know, and for those who don't I'm going to give the ambiguous abridged version.  Some poor decisions were made, I lost a lot of my self-image and self respect, I decided to make some changes in my life (long overdue) and until I feel comfortable with myself again, I've decided to be a semi-recluse.  I'm going to keep doing these Infraggable Tony-Reviews; of course, since they bring me some joy... but that night showed me that people see a lot of ugliness from me, and I disappoint the people who matter most to me.  And that matters.

Until next time.