In the January 2008 issue of Country Roads
Walking in to Slim’s was like a cinematic dream sequence. It’s a huge place but with a low ceiling and even lower lights. All I could see was a cluster of silhouettes, shimmying away to the opener JoJo Reed and The Happy Hill Zydeco Band. Tables haphazardly line the perimeter of the club where the only lights are from the bar to one side and the occasional beer sign. This was a welcome sight to me—the last couple places I’ve been have been too bright, almost too wholesome—I needed some grit. Read more....
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