Port in a Storm's germaphobe-friendly door string
On my way into Port in a Storm the other night, I noticed a piece of white twine tied around the front door handle.
"What's this?" I said to myself. Or maybe I said it to jmgiordano. Could be either.
I used the string to open the door, instead of touching the grimy grungy dingy door handle with my spic and span hand.
I know more than a few germaphobes who would be pleased to have such an option. You see, the string is the new thing.
In all sobriety, it might not have been a conscious move on the bar's part, so much as a celebration of someone's birthday.
I noticed party fare (including a cake!) inside ...
Or maybe someone had the door tied open earlier. I just don't know, and I wasn't about to needle our friendly, portly bartender with unnecessary questions.
We enjoyed our ice cold $2.25 Buds (mine still had chunks of ice stuck to the outside of the bottle), and soaked in the scene. The bar is bigger than it looks at first glance, and square, which I love.
Last night, there were only a scattering of people inside, enough to fill one side of the place. The walls are wrapped in wood paneling, and, last night, pop songs from Justin Timberlake and Rihanna played overhead.
Port in a Storm is one of the city's few lesbian bars, and it's been there a while. I'm not exactly sure where "there" is. It's kinda in the no man's land between Highlandtown and Greektown, way out at 4330 E. Lombard St. Maybe that's part of the reason why it's lasted so long. Or maybe it's the vibe. I rolled in there with two other dudes, and we didn't feel left out.