Well, one of our readers inadvertently walked into through the wrought iron gate and walked inside the doors, only to be met by a cavernous shell of what the Palm used to be. There was no sign of the bar that ran almost the entire left side of the wall, no tables or chairs, no televisions sets, wall paintings or decor.
A crew of workers was scraping the floor and a person who appeared to be the supervisor in charge – or maybe one of the owners – hurried over to met him and tell him that the old Palm Lounge did not exist anymore.
"What's it going to be now?," he said he asked the man.
"It's going to be called the Hunky Dory," replied the man. "It'll be a lounge, but with a unique twist that you have never seen in Brownsville. That's all I can tell you.
According to our source, by the look of things, the new tenants have a lot of work to do before the new business opens, and it may be quite different than what it looked like under Johnny Quiroz, or even after Edwin Hernandez ran the place.
"It's going to be called the Hunky Dory," replied the man. "It'll be a lounge, but with a unique twist that you have never seen in Brownsville. That's all I can tell you.
According to our source, by the look of things, the new tenants have a lot of work to do before the new business opens, and it may be quite different than what it looked like under Johnny Quiroz, or even after Edwin Hernandez ran the place.
For now, however, we hope that the work gets done before Charro Days, so we can go back to crowding in there to watch the Brownsville Independent School District's Children's Parade and hook up with old friends in February.)
6 comments:
First timer here. Please be gentle, we just love taking pictures and have only now got the courage to start sharing them with others. We have lots of sexy nudes, some wild poses, so if all goes well be prepared to be bombarded.
Bars and cantinas in Brownsville have the shelf life as a mosquito (the male bugger lives roughly 10 days; the female about 45 days). Six months and they're gone. Not like it used to be.
Bang the drum slowly.
Juan stop pretending you do not know who the owner is. You know exactly who it is and you are afraid of them.
I used to know a fat chic named Dorisela. ( Fill in the punchline).
You are so stupid
Hunky Dory? Sounds like another FAG bar going up Downtown.
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