by Flip on Great place. I was there 2 minutes, tops, before I was taken below by the ravishing Jackie. My other two visits there have been good, too. Full 2 way contact, gorgeous girl, why ask for More? Tempted to try the Little Room next time...
by Erika G. on If it were possible to make a paper mache contraption of a subculture, Beauty Bar is what would happen if you took a bat to a hipster/emo pinata and let fly. Afloat on a sea of ironic 'staches and facial hair, black-rimmed glasses, tattoos of all colors and varieties and a living, breathing tribute to vintage stores in Austin, I felt bewildered, fairly unhip and largely unable to breathe. This is my third or fourth visit to Beauty Bar, this time for the Photobooth Pubcrawl of Debauchery and Awesomeness, and while I can't vouch for the quality of said photobooth here (I heard some say it was actually broken), I CAN speak to the fact that there is a lot about this place that just isn't my bag. Here's a running list why: -$20 credit card minimum at the bar. Sucks when you don't know that before you open a tab that consisted of one Dos Equis. Grrr. -Sweaty, semi-ripe hipster bodies dancing, flailing, gyrating. I feel like a mouse in an ironic maze trying to navigate my way to the tiny women's bathroom. -Same sentence as above but replace "tiny women's bathroom" with "little patio teeming with ironic tees and ego." -$2 cover at the gate/door. Why??? I have never understood neither the price of cover ($2 is just an odd, er, technically even number for a door cover), nor the reason why. Maybe there's some "old school" reason I'm not getting. Was that a joke from some obscure '80s rave movie or something? Please tell me, Beauty Bar. I did enjoy the heart stamp on my hand, people watching on the patio and the general odor of "trying too hard" that Beauty Bar emits like a Designer Imposters spray. It makes me laugh (yet not ironically). If it were a character from a John Hughes movie, Beauty Bar would totally be Ally Sheedy from The Breakfast Club. Self-conscious, ironic and possibly a pathological liar.
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