The new Crosstown Hi-Tone location doesn't offer the same kind of bathroom graffiti and random brunch pizza as the old Midtown location, but the commitment to starting shows two hours late is the same. Cocktails are cheap so you'll have several while you wait... and a few shots of that local vodka. Then a man selling irresistible barbecue will magically appear while the band is on a break, so... you might as well have a beer with that, too. You'll wake up to find a barbecue taco in your purse; $20 Lyft bill (because you probably don't live in Crosstown); and hopefully, a few salvageable memories.
Between the SEXY hand stamp, endless 40s of beer, and flowing shots, even the most timid person can end up on the stripper pole at Raiford's. Frat boys, bewildered tourists, and wedding parties in their dresses and tuxes all share the same fuzzy memories: a light-up disco floor, fog-machine smoke, twinkly lights, the Free Willy song. But no one can help you if you try to dance with a drink in your hand; that armed security guard will escort you right off the dance floor.