Lady's...Act Like One

One of my new favorite spots to grab some drinks at the end of the week is Tracy's. This place used to be another Irish bar with drinks and some tvs and no one ever went in there. I heard that the service was slow and that there was nothing really grand happened there. But then, something happened. The story that I heard was that there is a great place around the corner called Parasol's. This was a really hopping place and was making a lot of profit. Apparently, it switched management and was sold and the people who worked there were upset about the changes. So, they picked up and mved around the corner, bought the ragged place on Magazine Street, and up popped Tracey's.

So, now this place is so fun. There are actual parasol's hanging from the ceiling and long tables where you can sit with a bunch of friends (more bars need to cue into this feature), and the typical pool table and video game machine. Also, if you are in the mood for deliciously fried bar food, you have met your match.

But let's get to the important stuff - the Lou! The girls bathroom door does not shut. That's ok, you have your own french doors to hide in while you potty. You can tell they have been taken from some old house because there is a large metal sting at the top of the door. Of course it does not work, but I am sure that it has been used to support people who are writing on the walls. I am used to love notes left to Lou on the wall, but it appeared that these notes were written by giants. The words, notes, and messages of hate were all 8 feet high on the wall. There were no words that were written at the eye level, they were all really high up. Unfortunately, the messages were directed towards just one girl. Good thing I can not remember her name, or else I would be spreading the hate. These giants were haters. I hope that girl never visits this particular stall.

I left the french doors and washed my hands (plain yucky, pink soap). As I was walking back to my table, I noticed that men's washroom door closes. On the door it read: Men. Be one. I smiled to myself and went back to see if the ladies room had one. Oh yes, it's perfect. "Ladies. Act like one." The owners must have seen the hatred on the wall and responded. Well played Tracy's, well played.