670 F Trolley Drive
Dallastown, PA 17313
York County
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by Bill Bonsey on WOW, don't even know what to say. It was a very interesting experience to say the least. I went on a Thursday night with my friend. We got a Groupon which made it a lot more worth it but for future reference I would definietly go with a big group. We started off at the bar, the bartender was very nice and gave us two free shots for my birthday! Then we went into the main room where we were assigned our bed which initially was very strange but we got comfortable pretty quickly. The food was not very good. We had a four course meal- first a salad, then soup, the main dish was pork, and the dessert was chocolate with white chocolate ice cream. The food was not very memorable even though I had it just last night. The dessert was probably the best part of the meal! I'm not sure if I want to ever come back here but it's definitely an experience that was very memorable. The entertainment was interesting to say the least, and overall it was pretty enjoyable. It was a small group so it was a very intimate experience. If you're willing to try something new definitely check this place out! BIG TIP- it definitely helps if you have a few drinks in you! : )
by Tyrell Golia on The DNA Lounge is not a place I go very often, but what strikes me as interesting, and noteworthy, is the unbelievable spectrum of concerts and events they host. They have everything from mash-up music nights to death metal shows. Seriously, I went to a party one night there full of go go dancers and disco, and then showed up a few weeks later for a metal show where people were whipping one another. Mortis, if you haven't heard of him, look it up. The only concert I've ever been to where the headliner did the entire show in some kind of prosthetic dwarf nose or troll costume. Frightening. The venue itself is not much, basically a dive bar with lots more dance floors and better lighting. It draws a very event-specific crowd, so make sure to go on a night when you know you are there for a reason. Otherwise, you could end up there accidentally on troll night.
by Haaay East Bay l. on Ooh, I've got a strange-ass collection of tiny experiences at ole' Harry Denton's that equates to the relationship drama of at least a college fuckbuddy push-and-pull. You know, a little hee-haw for my mee-maw. So all I remember about the day that I first wound up at the Starlight Lounge is that my friend Jessica and I did something INCREDIBLY trashy that day, 'cept I can't remember what. Something that's the emotional equivalent to smearing the diseased diarrhea of lepers across our lips. But for some reason we were dressed relatively appropriate to hit up some bars in SF. We first went to the Tonga Room, but warrn't no fake tropical storm blowing through that mess at the time (we didn't hit the right half-hour), and the drinks were too much and the karaoke singer was way too far out in the square lagoon, so we left. I think we hit up the Starlight at about 7 pm, and all the greeters were in cray-cray slingy black cocktail dresses. This statuesque girl that I swear is the runny nosed girl from The Blair Witch Project seated us, and we ordered some kinda citrus sunset drink, a mojito, and a pizzetta. Apparently, we had to get outta there by 8 pm, when the actual "preferred clientele" would arrive. That's the thing -- I read the other reviews on this place, and I think everyone's going at the wrong time. Y'all gotta go hella EARLY, so you can witness the trashy out-of-towners and listen to the amusement park funk band at a CALM pace. We promised ourselves we'd have a kind of classy-trashy night out like that once a month. So the next month, we saw a Craigslist ad that said Manhunt auditions were being held at the ole' Starlight. I was in my looking-for-male-modeling-gigs-on-Craigslist phase without actually going to any calls, and of course I immediately thought, "Oh god, they ain't gonna take me. They don't want no pock-marked, 5'10", skinny ass, hella big-toothed foo' like me on their show. Or maybe they do!" So we decided I would apply and I'd just go there to hella insult all the braindead fratboys applying. Besides, I've got the cheek bones and the scary 28" waist, so maybe they WOULD take the freaky-gaunt big-mouthed look. Then one night last year I wanted to get the hell out of my office and called up another loudmouthed friend, so we got dessert then went for drinks at the Starlight. There was no one there but white-afro ladies with fanny packs and their husbands with transition lens gold rimmed glasses. The singer of the band had hella Soul Glo dripping down on the hardwood stage, and Jocelyn and I got up and danced to some Supremes, Stevie Wonder, and Jackson 5, then we hightailed it outta there. Which brings me to last night. Don't ask me why, but for some reason I was in an elevator coming down from the Starlight Lounge with about 8 other drunken tourists trying to look like Marina guys -- except they had big ole' guts and lots of moles with their vertically striped collar shirts and hair spiking glue. I'm at the front of the elevator, looking down at my crotch because that's all I have room to do. Fatty farm guy next to me in a Southern accent: "There wuz nuthin' but a bunch of fat girls. Just a whole bunch of muthafuckin' fat girls. CHINESE fat girls. Why is there so many CHINESE FAT GIRLS in that bar?" Other guys: "Heh heh, heh heh." Him: "Man, I'd fuck a CHINESE FAT GIRL. I'd fuckin' fuck a muthafuckin' CHINESE FAT GIRL." (Starts to gyrate and pump, and his white fabric belt is undone under his periwinkle XXL butterfly collar dress shirt.) "I'd (pump) FUCK (pump pump) a CHINESE (bump) FAT GIRL." Of course I'm a split second too late in turning to him with my stone cold eyes and saying, "I'm a Chinese fat girl. Are you going to fuck me, mutha fucka?"
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