Blind Eye is back – that’s right – from the dead. Or at least a version of it.
In all the class they could muster, they’ve changed their Facebook profile picture to Jesus Christ, known for his incredible ability to die and then come back to life 40 days later, holding in hand a cocktail and a cigarette.
really?
Though the parallel might seem a little stretched in this instance, I’m actually kind of certain the Blind Eye’s followers are about as sticky as the apostles (yes, barring Judas towards the end there) were towards Jesus.
I guess I didn’t really get the point, though, when I went. So the new digs at Michalská 29 are way nicer – I will give them that hands down. It was clean, and nicely lit – good music, all that. So that kills marketing on being some old grimy hole-in-the-wall in Žižkov, which would be fine, except they’ve still decided to preserve the grimy hole-in-the-wall ways, like not offering draft beer, and then running out of the bottles they were selling for 50 Kc so that they resorted to pouring out cups of cheap beer from huge plastic bottles like you would in your college dorm beer pong tournament. Only the beer you drank in your dormitory days was probably way less expensive. Oh yeah, just as a warning – they don’t sell cigarettes there either.
In another strange attempt to preserve their secret-y and speak easy-ish-ness, they’ve decided to not put up a sign outside. Which sounds like, okay cool, yeah they’re in the basement of a church, it’s probably got this weird secret wooden door or something that you knock on. But that’s not the case. There’s huge glass sliding doors with light and music perceptible from yards away. I guess my point is there’s no point in pretending you’re invisible and exclusive when you have huge glass sliding doors.
What’s to be said for certain, however, about this strange expat magnet, is that there is no lack of life in that bar. It’s hopping – for real. If you speak English, and you need friends, you are certain to find some of varying degrees at this joint. Speaking of joints, you’ll probably find those too.
It actually sort of made me uneasy, because I felt like I was having some sort of flashback to a Williamsburg, Brooklyn dive with the amount of white mid-to-late twenty and early thirties people wearing really unflattering indie clothing and “meeting people” and “talking about common interests” and “dancing to their favorite eighties and early nineties songs.”
I’m giving them a hard time, but I guess they do what they do, or don’t do, and the people come. And that’s pretty impressive, really – so whatever rep they’ve managed to build, it certainly has made it through closing, opening secretly and periodically (you would only know if you are on Facebook, duh) and then re-opening again in a completely new location.
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