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cover, you loo can groove lo extended
dance tracks on a floor roughly the
size of a triple room in Abel-Sandoz.
Provided you’re over 16, of course.
College night at Mingles isn’t
new; I just never really wanted to
brave the thrill before. The whole
thing has the v,erie feeling of being in
a Burger King from hell: purple and
pink neon pastels and mirrors upon
mirrors. I kept wondering if I could
get a bacon double cheeseburger and
superhero cup holder along with my
50-cent Diet Pepsi. Then, too, why do
they call it “college night,” if anyone
over 16 can get in? Granted, a night at
Mingles can give you a course in
higher education as far as bodily
gyrations and the cutting edge of
Lincoln’s under-21 eyelincr/mascara
elite go. But 1 do think the powers that
be have realized “teenybopper night”
wouldn’t draw crowds.
You’ve never seen anything unless
you’ve seen Mingles when it’s jump
ing. Besides the action on the dance
floor, Mingles devotees also take
turns dancing on top of the two huge
speakers situated on cither side of the
dance floor, a process vaguely remi
niscent of old “Hullaballoo” Go-Go
cages. Meanwhile, two large screens
at either end of the room flash mis
spelled “Minglegrams,” like “To the
Girl in Red and White on top of the
speaker, we think your really hot” and
“Wanted: Any guy. I’m desprate.
Tina.”
I’m not knocking Mingles. I thor
oughly agree that Lincoln’s jailbait
set needs somewhere to go to prepare
for the dancing and drinks of adult
life. And as far as places go, Mingles
could be worse: at least it doesn’t
advertise wearing your shorts and
shades in mid-winter while twisting
to the sounds of the 1950s, ’60s and
’70s on a dance floor covered by
imported sand. So if you’re able to
forget the Burger King motif, close
your cars to one disco tune after an
other, ignore the Minglemessages,
Love Those Legs contests and KFRX
DJs/promos, you might just have a
good time.
— William Rudolph
University Club
University Towers
Located in another universe of
marble, brass and old oak high atop
the University Towers on 14th Street,
the University Club is not exactly a
neighborhood bar. Stopping in for a
beer after work here isn’t exactly the
order of the day. Unless, of course,
you work in a coat and tails and carry
enough pocket change for the hefty
membership fee. It’s a beautiful place
and a college night here might be a
hoot, but it would probably play hell
with the Louis XIV furniture.
— Charles Lieurance
Barrymore’s
124 N. 13th St.
Barrymore’s is in the alley behind
the Stuart Theater and is also a con
venient 12-story leap from the Uni
versity Club.
This is easily the best bar in town
for sheer atmosphere. It was the back
stage area for the Stuart when it was a
stage for live theater, and the
restrooms, located in a loft area above
the bar, are converted dressing rooms.
The ceiling of the bar is so high up it
can’t be seen through the heavy pro
scenium curtains and guide wires that
still clutter the area behind what is
now a movie screen.
The drinks are priced for upscale
professionals, but the prices aren’t
unreasonable. The mood is quiet and
the music runs to subtle, unobtrusive
jazz.
The only improvement here would
be to be able to see the reverse side of
whatever movie was being shown at
the Stuart as you drink.
— Charles Lieurance
Chesterfield, Bottomsley and Potts
Lower Level of Gunny’s
Chesterfield’s is one of the most
accessible bars in Lincoln, a non
cliqueish melting pot of influences.
The atmosphere attracts profession
als and the drink prices attract stu
dents. Live bands on the weekends
bring in even a more varied crowd.
The ambience is just a rung below
Barrymore’s, but the mood is freer
and more relaxed. Both small parties
and intimate conversations share the
large space with equal success.
Only two adverse elements mar
the bar’s otherwise perfect mix of the
upscale and the casual: One, football
players occasionally decide to per
form workouts on patrons in what
they have probably mistaken for an
underground gymnasium, and two,
coming out into the light of day again
after a particularly cheerful happy
hour can induce a variation of snow
blindness called cement blindness.
Best to keep drinking until it gets
dark.
— Charles Lieurance
W.C.’s
1228 P St.
W.C.’s specializes in pool. The
atmosphere is pool, the ambience is
pool, and the talk is, predominantly,
pool. If you want to play tennis and
drink, don’t come here. Here, it’s
pool. Backgammon? Nope. Pool.
Lots of room and lots of pool
tables. Plenty of cues too. Drinks are
cheap so you can play pool better. <
People tend to understand pool and
physics in general better after a few
pitchers, when basic principles of the
physical universe that they once took
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