Puff Hookah

Blaring Lil’ Wayne and his homies overhead is not conducive to smoking the hookah. In fact, it’s a cultural violation. It’s as bad as finding an American bar in Paris with the latest from Japanese pop oozing from the speakers with too much bass.
In case you were wondering where the delinquent, underage members of our society end up on the weekend — you’ll find them all here. Good thing they’re stupid enough to group themselves into one place — it makes the job of the cop standing at the front door a hell of a lot easier.
It’s filthy, the service is sub-​par and the crowd is at best useful for getting revenge should you have a friend you’d like to torture.
And I certainly don’t appreciate sexist managers that think they can treat me any less than a man because they haven’t grown out of their ways. Save yourself the grief and go to a fun, relaxing place to smoke hookah like the Gypsy House Café in Capitol Hill or Pita Grill on Colfax.