Dreams Do Come True

I went to Alice Cooperstown

Imagine this table with rockin' cottage cheese and scaaaary oranges.
Imagine this table with rockin' cottage cheese and scaaaary oranges.

Eight years ago a friend of mine saw Ween at Alice Cooperstown, Alice Cooper's sports bar in Phoenix. Ever since I've wanted to visit the place myself. I imagined it to be, how do you say...awesome--superbly decorated with sports stuff and Alice Cooper memorabilia, basically a weird, glammed-out, horror-themed theater set that happened show sports games and serve fries.

That's what the entrance looks like with an embarrassed person forced to pose in front of it.
That's what the entrance looks like with an embarrassed person forced to pose in front of it.

So last Sunday I finally made that pilgrimage to my personal Mecca.

And it was pretty cheap. Now, I was in no way disappointed. I was giddy about being there, but it wasn't nearly as great as my imagination had built it up to be. Instead of the cool, imagined decor mentioned above, it was more like a teenage boy's room (a Ferrari poster here, Farrah Fawcett poster there, Garfield tossed in somewhere...you get the picture), without harmonizing segues between various crap on the walls. The waitresses seemed nonplussed about their rocker clothing and Alice Cooper makeup, and the food was a little odd. Good, but odd. For instance, with my burger, came a choice of two sides: fries, mashed potatoes, beans, cottage cheese and oranges. "Yes, with my burger I will have the...oranges...and...the cottage cheese." Rockin'!

Anyway, I still love Alice Cooper, his 'I'm-gonna-chop-your-head-off' image and '70s era music. This is pretty great, for instance.