expansion
With our little city getting gentrified, prices for permits have gone up, the rules have gotten more intricate, and it almost didn’t seem worth it, but we prevailed. I can’t say I would do this again…..
The Fire Marshal was a big help with advice and what to do a not to do.
The previous tenants had a jewelry space and offices. The landlord offered me the space when their lease was up and I couldn’t refuse.
Moving in furniture
The future arcade
Bridging the gap! Unsealing a pre existing door between spaces, connecting their South East area to our bathroom hallway. We are now connected.
Uncovering the second pre existing door, from the future arcade to the North West corner or our dance floor.
Those stairs led to a loft with a very low, dangerous ceiling. The Juniper tree on the floor will be incorporated in to the new bar.
Ah, tools of destruction; my handy mini sledge and crowbar. Connecting….
……the front bar to the future back bar.
The coffin corner was picked up on Hawthorne, Manager Brook thought it would look cool incorporated into the bar. And it does.
Hello, giant sized, ADA approved bathroom. (background)
Putting down the floor.
Tribute to Amityville Horror; we found these busted shutters and mounted them in front of our newly red laminated windows. EVIL
OK. This fucking killed me. In light that one day we “may have the intent to make shitty food” I had to pay for a $10,000 grease trap and redo all pre existing plumbing. It gets better….
Ron The Plumber (the coolest, toughest, cursing Texan, Vietnam vet plumber buddy you could ever ask for) installing the fucking grease trap. This thing will get no use.
Arcade painted, and the windows covered to block out the horrible sun.
Arcade game delivery!
Bliss….
A large enticing room, perfect for dancing. So The City had me chop in in half to make a hallway. Otherwise I’d have to get a seismic upgrade for when The Big One hits..
Recycled siding from a burned down book store to match the front of the bar. I hung this vertical as compared to the horizontal of the front.
The bar is mutating
And now it gets crazy. Hanging 4 foot in diameter wood Lovecraft Necronomicon sigils made out of wood by metal worker and artist Max Wood.
Goodbye, magnificent potential seismic inducing dance floor. Hello, boring hallway.
Behind the bar. The Plumbing Inspector thought it was so tiny and cute he took a photo. It is cute.
Now that’s a bar. And a ladder.
Opening the last door to the old bar. We are open!
Stocking the booze.
And decorating.
Having an after work shot with Ron The Plumber
Yes, it was an uphill, expensive venture. But when I wake up to a picture texted to me of the new room from last night, packed, it does make it all seem worth it.