Saturday, Aug. 20, 2011 | 12:55 p.m.
I’m writing this story from a coffee shop. I write all my stories from coffee shops. Pleasant music, pleasant people, newspapers, electrical outlets—what more could you ask for?
Well, how about 100-ounce guitar shaped cups that blare rock music? How about 20-foot giant smoking boots at the door? How about panties?
Sound good to you?
Me neither.
But apparently a KISS-themed coffee shop worked out in Myrtle Beach, so now it’s coming to Vegas—land of celebrity-inspired restaurants and rock-infused bars. Oy.
I’ve always seen coffee shops as the one place I could go to get away from Vegas’s blaring music, silliness and sexiness.
Then again, if you’re serving $6 “Fudge Brownie Dough Frozen Rockachinos,” are you really a coffeehouse in the first place? Or are you just a rockhouse with an alcohol-free/coffee-flavored margarita alternative?
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