Citric Acid

Ever wonder where super trendy mall rats in their mid 20s go to look at each other after they’ve spent a lot of money on clothes? Me neither, but I found out anyway. The answer is Citrus.

There are lots of wall sconce votive things and leather couches and cubes for conversation. There are glass and tile walls that have water flowing down them and are lit from behind (think Spencer Gifts dorm decoration all grown up). They play the same ten songs over and over again. It has dim lights and LCD TVs. Everyone has a tab at the bar, I’ve never seen such a line of plastic. The one bartender that serves this pack greets you with “What’s your name? What are you having?” as he knows too that either no one carries cash or that everyone finances their Friday night drinking with ridicules interest.

We had some of the couches, and like most bars, if you were at one end of the L, you had to imagine what the person on the other end was talking about. If you were in the middle, you were living between two conversations.

Somehow we still had fun. Good people go a long way.

I just feel bad for those that go there on purpose.

So if you’re ever in the area and need a drink, Archie Moore’s is just down the street.

Who knows? Maybe it’s a good place for dinner. The website does look good.