I like club sub terra. They have good beer. They have inexpensive beer. It is a very fun place and very neato. Dig it. Man. It is jiving. It is a hot hangout. Far out. Dude. The boys and girls there are... cool. It is a hangout that is hip with the kids.
(Now... Please sign on the dotted line. You will not not be signing away your soul, life, family, friends, personal assets, and any other tangible or intangible objects or non-objects not covered herein. Don't worry -- you can trust me. *wink wink* Dig it... man. Let's do lunch. Have your people call my people. I'll pencil you in for some face-time.)
Club Sub Terra rules eternal.
Sub means under.
Terra means earth.
It used to be called the basement, but that is in no way as cool as Club Sub Terra.
I like the pool tables that are "half under earth" - a step up from "under earth" where the bands play, which is again a step above "sub under earth", which is where the bathrooms, more pool tables, and the air hockey reside. Rock on.
naw man, those were just the blurry lines you kept slurring that you saw as you wallowed intoxicated on the barrom floor in a puddle of the beer they wouldn't serve you any more of after hitting your head on the pool table on the way down...