I'm getting to think of MG Road as the weirdest venue in Asheville, and Girls on Deck might be the…read morewackiest event they regularly host.
First, maybe a bit of history. A few years back when Chai Pani opened MG Road, there wasn't a craft cocktail lounge on every street corner as far as the eye could see. Now there is, of course, but there was a time when it was just MG Road. The Chai Pani management (who, btw, run MG road) tried some kind of a classy, perhaps stuffy, British Raj era Indian theme, but it went nowhere. Probably because, with the exception of a tasty bottle of Amrut Fusion whiskey out of Bangalore, or plan on drinking G&T's all night, Indian tipples are nigh on undrinkable. The authenticity crowd probably railed against any deviation from India's awful theme cocktails, and the I-just-want-to-drink-something-tasty crowd was probably all, "Indian cocktails? WTF? Hellz no."
Lucky for MG Road, their name and decor was already ambiguous enough, that they could pretty much cast off that whole India theme, and pivot onward to stranger forms of entertainment, and host a virtually endless variety of deadly-hip pop-up events.
Thus, Girls on Deck was born.
Here's what Girls on Deck is not: It's not a ladies' night (but there's lots of ladies). It's not a lesbian club (but there's plenty of lesbians). It's not just girls (although, again, it is definitely mostly girls). It's not fancy, it's not divey, it's not sophisticated, nobody dances, and it has absolutely nothing to do with the British Raj.
The concept is this. Get a bunch of (very young) women DJs, a few (very young) women bartenders, and some (very young) women chefs. Decorate the place like it's from a 90's era all-ages club--christmas lights, lava lamps, mug shots, pinup girls, whatevz. Print out menus that look like pages ripped from zines. Set up a chef with a camp stove in the middle of the room with some plastic coolers instead of a fridge. Dish out small plates of new American cuisine. Serve it in styrofoam cups and mason jars. Make a big bowl of boozy party punch. Then invite all your friends, fill up the room with a hundred or so revelers, half of whom are dressed like aliens from Barbarella, and let the crazy ladymagic happen.
And boy, does the magic ever happen. It's something you really have to see, to believe.