2317 Franklin Street
Michigan City, IN 46360
La Porte County
Phone: (219) 879-9992
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by Vivian H. on There hasn't been a gelato I haven't liked at Capogiro. I love love love their grapefruit (they're also the only place outside of Italy that I've found with grapefruit)! And their bacio and the thai coconut milk and blood orange and... everything. They also have a liquor license here so they make delicious little cocktails and serve some pretty good beers. The staff is amazing too, very patient :) All in all, AWESOME!!
by Mary R. on This is one of the most interesting spaces for shows in SF. There are two venues in the building, the hall upstairs for the more sit-down type shows, and then the former speakeasy downstairs courts the rock. I have yet to see a show upstairs, so I can't comment on that part. The downstairs has all the charm of a basement, as one might expect, but they make the most of the space. The area is woefully crowded on busy nights, but the layout is at least compartmentalized somewhat: there is a front area for the stage and sound booth, with both an open floor and some seating off to the sides. The middle part of the room has a long bar and an open area that is not nearly as loud as the front, which is nice if you want to step back and have a conversation. The back area has a cozy corner to lounge in, and on the other side, a pool table and more seating. I like that it is a music venue, but it still tries to cater to different crowds within the limited space. The schedule runs in jags: sometimes they'll have a string of amazing shows over a couple of weeks, and then they'll go two months without anything that catches my eye. If there is someone you want to see, though, this is a great place to do it because the place is so small--just be sure to get there early enough to secure space in the front room. After shows occasionally there is a DJ--the type of DJ that uses the hits of the '70s and '80s to lure the drunkest fools out to the dance floor, where they proceed to make asses of themselves. These are the type of people you can count on to dance to the electric slide at your cousin-in-law's wedding--with enthusiasm. They are the type of people who drink three beers and then whip out retro-dance moves like the running man, the shopping cart, and the sprinkler, and think it's still funny. No, it's sad, especially when the joke-dancing morphs into the real attempts at dancing, which are tragically arrhythmic and white. And then you have to think about them going home and screwing each other, which is nauseating.
