Summary
I hate going to live shows. There. I've said it. In print. Call me a heathen, an old fart, what you will, but the crowds, the noise and the general skankiness of most music venues make me want to crawl under the nearest table, stick my fingers in my ears and cry. So it was with much fear and loathing that I dragged myself (and a kind friend) to perhaps the most venerated live-music venue in town, the Khyber, to investigate the rumor that food is served there during happy hour.
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Side Dish; Khyber
I hate going to live shows. There. I've said it. In print. Call me a heathen, an old fart, what you wil...
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