Parkside

I remember trekking out to the Parkside years ago to see local bands and enjoy cheap drinks.  I recall ordering vodka with orange juice and being told they did not stock juice...how to make a screwdriver?  My drink arrived day-glo orange and I didn't bother asking.



Back then, the Parkside felt like it was on the edge of civilization, way out on Attorney Street, which felt so distant and desolate late at night...and nowhere near a park.  I went in recently on a Sunday afternoon and was happy to find the place empty, save for a lone pool-player.  The interior looks a lot less divey than I recall, but I was still pleased to see all the board games and game tables, instantly making me feel at home.