Try as I may, I cannot seem to activate comments to this blog. I am either doing something terribly wrong, or fate will not let me hear what anyone has to say. That is, if anyone but me reads this.
Perhaps I am better off without comments.
posted by gregorio at 9:00 PM
The Depot always looks closed, but this is the most divey of dives that Baltimore has. If I could get back 1/4 of the money I spent there over the years it would be... well, a lot.
That place was my first nightclub, really. Many Friday nights, blotto beyond all repair, dancing to 80's tunes which were not even good in the 80's. A big bowling-alley of a club, really, which had changed its decor at least three times since I have been frequeting the joint. When I first started going there, the dance floor was small, but made even skimpier by the fact that both sides were flanked by raised platforms big enough to have some tables around. Above the tables were these huge mirrors, the kind you might find in a dance studio. My roommate and I would go there every Sunday night (which we labled "sleazy pick-up night" because, really, who would be there on a Sunday night except those really looking for love in all the wrong places--- of which the Depot has always been one) and dance the night away. Many of the area's sketchier people would also haunt the bar. When it closed for the first time in my memory, a whole crowd of people also seemed to disappear. If I remember right, it shut its doors around 1996, just after the taste for grunge had worn off.
It lay fallow for a while, and then re-opened with new management, and a new look. Gone was the Patrick Nagel inspired drawings on the wall in front of the bar, and so too were the mirrors in back. Instead, they had widened the back floor (although, how much more room they actually created is debatable) and torn down the walls, and exposed the brick. It made it look better, and worse, simotaniously.
posted by gregorio at 8:34 PM
