Hard Rock Cafe, Montreal
I don't know about anyone else but I've never eaten in a Hard Rock Cafe. Anytime I'm at the Hard Rock the lights are low and the music is pumping, and the ladies are out on the floor dancing the night away and as usual my last visit was no different.
So why goto the Hard Rock in Montreal? Honestly that particular evening it had the fastest moving line. But once inside the music was loud the bar and dance floor was crowded and every where you looked there were hot chics dancing, drinking or both. This Hard Rock is far from huge. So the fairly small restraunt doubles as a night club. The chairs and tables get moved and the place gets trashed. It's amazing the place can resume normal business in the morning.
So what are the advantages of being in a small rockin club. One everything causes conversation. I must have rubbed against 3 pairs of tits and 2 asses just getting to the bar for the first round, and it wasn't even intentional but I had to stop and talk to each person I bumped into. I was even thanked for a cheap thrill by one girl who's pierced nipples were super sensitive. I spent most of the night dancing with people I'd never meet and at one point I was sandwiched by 2 girls, one of whom was speaking to me in french and I'd love to know what she said. The night was fun and I'll definitely be going back.
Besides the intense closeness of the Hard Rock there's a few things to point out that make for an interesting evening. There's a lot of music memorerobilia hung on the walls all of which have some story behind them. This is the only place I know of that you can get drunk and purchase authentic rock and roll collectables. Also the Hard Rock is on Cresent St (Rue Cresent for the french) this puts it in the center of the Montreal nightlife and within walking distance of 2 or 3 dozen cheap to expensive hotels. Around the corner and a few blocks down there is a church in the event you need to confess some sins. There is only one bar but it extends from the front of the club all the way to the back. There's a coat check and the bouncers don't take any crap from anyone. I nearly tasted the sweat of one bouncee as he was tossed out the front door. As if being tossed out isn't bad enough there's about 30 steps out the front door leading to some very unforgiving pavement. Last but not Least it's the Hard Rock even if no one has ever been there when you tell them you partied at the Hard Rock people are already assuming it was a good time.
As always "Titties and Beer" Eric @ Everyone Loves A Slut.com
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