There was no Marco's Grill Cheese or Pancheros, but there was a ghetto icecream place and bars, lots and lots of bars. It was a Saturday night so the lines (just like IC), were down the block. We just randomly picked one and got in just as you would in Iowa city (showed some strange ID that works as long as you have the same hair color). The bouncer joked about us being from chicago, and let us right in. We all joked back and forth about how everyone was over exaggerating in regards to the ID situation being tough.
We got a little cocky and proceeded to follow the crowd to the bar around the block. Little did we know it was notoriously the hardest bar in Jacksonville to get in. We got denied. Every one of us. And yeah we had no other choice but to stay classy and...sprint away? And get in a cab immediately?
The tiny lapse of judgement very well could have single handely turned our trip into the vacation from hell, BUT, it didn't. We resorted to the 19+ bars which were shockingly comparable if not better than Iowa city? Not gonna lie, the workers were much stricter than those at say, summit, union, anywhere? They would literally color on your hand with an inch thick permanent marker and then circle around snatching drinks left and right. Neither of those things at all typical of an Iowa city bar employee.
Regardless, a lot of them had sweet outdoor patios with live music that was a lot more elaborate than any piano skit I've seen. The drinks were a lot cheaper, and the specials, well, they had specials? Yes, even on a saturday? whatttt?!
We ended strong with College Night at a bar that was typically a 21 bar. Whoever created that bar was a genious because they made it so it appealed to everyone. It was basically cut right in the middle, half was a tiki kind of bar that was really chill, and half was like a raging dance party. More or less a Summit meets a hippy style DC's on a chill Wednesday night. It was fantastic. As was my spring break.
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