Bonnie really spear-headed this whole thing. She picked the place, the time, the everything. She wanted to find a fun, chic place where we could all hang out, nibble on some food and get some drinks.
Where did she pick? Harry's Hotdogs in Thorndale, PA.
What is Harry's Hotdogs? It's a hot dog joint. It's the kind of place you roll into with your muddy jeans and sweat shirt on, and order a dog with everything, cole slaw and a beer. Not what one would call "chic". However, Bonnie informed us there was a nice club in the upper part of the building. I was still skeptical.
Until I saw the place. And I realized I was wrong. This place was kinda fab. u. lous.
The building is an old hotel, so it has a lot of great architecture. The club area- 'The Attic' as it is called- is a design whore's dream. Crown molding, beautiful wall sconces set inside wainscoting complete with a do-dye-for wallpaper background. Take a look for yourself:
They had comfortable sectionals that were set up in three spacious seating areas, as well as leather ottomans for extra seating.
There was an accent wall with a bold red and black damask wall paper
The chandeliers were so modern and elegant..
There was an additional room that had a huge round, red velvet, circular couch- along with eight of the hottest chicks this side of the Brandywine!
We had such a blast too! All I can do is just show you pictures...
First, I have to mention that they have the teeniest wings ever. EVER.
As the night wore on- and the drinks were flowing- some of the classic drunk pictures were snapped...
that's my sexxay face. Don't act like you're not impressed.
I cannot mention the night without making not of the Filet-O-Fish guy. Some dude at the bar looked JUST LIKE the guy from the commercial- you know, the one were the fish on the wall sings? If you don't know it, youtube that ish NOW.