French Kicks @ Troubadour: The Snack Bar Review
By Ryan - Thursday March 08th 2007
Last week I found myself at the Troubadour again, this time to see French Kicks and Scissors for Lefty. My review follows…
Background
- There is a snack bar inside the Troubadour.
- The snack bar is run by a man who can initially come across as angry or hostile.
- The hostility may be a byproduct of standing inside a glass-walled snack bar and being stared at incredulously by indie rock-loving assholes every night of the week.
- Do not be fooled. Mostly he is just bored.
- The snack bar looks and operates very similarly to the bookstore you had in junior high school. But this joint also sells smokes.
- The Troubadour is a non-smoking establishment.
- Sometimes the angry&bored man gets to take a break. A different angry&bored man spells him on these nights. (See fig. 2 below)
The French Kicks Corn Dog Experience
- There are giant bags of chips displayed on a shelf inside the snack bar. I asked my angry&bored man if we could purchase a giant bag of the chips. No dice. No sale.
- I ordered the corn dog, a single-serve bag of Fiery Habanero Doritos™ (1g sat. fat) and two spiral notebooks.
- The corn dog was dropped in oil and fried for a not inconsiderable period of time.
- The corn dog was then removed from oil, heat-tested via the hand method and placed on the griddle. (!?)
- The corn dog was flipped multiple times on the griddle and spanked down with a spatula.
- Meanwhile the French Kicks were rocking out. They sounded good.
- Eventually I got the corn dog in my hand. I slathered it with mustard. Then I spied it: BBQ Sauce. Top shelf, right kitchen wall. A must. “BBQ Sauce Please”
- Angry&bored man was somewhat put off by this request but eventually acquiesced.
- The dog which had been fried in a vat of oil, then patted down on a griddle, had a frozen core.
I want to do a documentary on the life of the Troubadour’s snack shack man. Anyone got $50,000?
If you think HE’S angry… talk to the door guy and the barback.
I always wondered about that snack bar. I once asked the doorguy if the food was any good and he said it was alright. Sensing some hesitation, my friends and I instead used our in-and-out privileges and ate at the hamburger place a block away.
Tha barback is SO angry. Most of the bouncers and bartenders, however, are very happy. Maybe the barback is just upset because he’s not a bartender yet. Or maybe the angry guys are all relatives of Doug Weston’s and are just an unhappy family.
Barbacks always get tired of people trying to wheedle them into serving them a beverage. NEVER talk to barbacks at the Echo. They will cut you.
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