A few weeks ago, as I was leaving the rooftop bar at Renfield’s Corner, Roger, the employee overseeing this territory, called me by name. I’ve got a healthy dose of self-confidence, but honestly I’m a pretty forgettable person. My weekends had officially become far too predictable. This name recognition led me to accept (OK, propose) the challenge to visit the vast majority of D’s Best of Big D Nightlife honorees.
Of course, no one at the magazine specified what I needed to do at these bars, but I believe in Jane Goodall-style journalistic integrity. Immersion, if you will. And last Saturday night I ventured where I’d never gone before: Cedar Springs Road. But what to wear?