It feels really good to spit fire, especially in print, at a corporation clumsily trying to target-market your generation with pablum.
This Polly Esther’s nightclub ultimately failed, in its chain locations in San Francisco and nine other cities. Let that be a lesson: Don’t ever try to make an in-real-life mainstream radio station for people to drink at like it’s the playground section of a McDonald’s. They won’t like it.
This column entry I wrote in 1998 goes on to list quite the fun sampling of a few actual retro dance nights throughout the City that were NOT the premiering chain-restaurant-ass dance club who tried to steal their audiences with mall-style tactics.
It’s sort of hard to look back now in amazement at all the cheap and gritty entertainment available to San Franciscans before the dot-com hordes and major economic inequality trampled everything. But it’s nice to know we all banded together to stay away from places like Polly Esther’s.
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