Antisocial

I went to Social Wine Bar for its opening and during a Fashion Show after-party. I'm not sure which is a truer vibe of the place – those nights, or this random Tuesday when my GDS and I popped in. Let’s hope it’s the former. First, the hot “Wine Stud” bartenders were replaced with manorexic substitutes. We received no attention, despite the fact that there were only five people at the bar. Manorexic #1 spent all his time with the old-as-dirt man and his trophy girlfriend at the end of the bar, assuming that’s where the money was, although they should have known GDS was the wiser choice (“Do you work on commission? BIG mistake. Huge.” – Julia Roberts, Pretty Woman). The only sweetness about the whole place was the man in the high-water work pants pulled up to his chest bone sipping the salted margarita. Presh. I assume people continuing going back to Social for the only reason I now will – the wine flights. It’s the only spot in town and they’re fabulously fun. Maybe they deliver.