In order to accurately describe notsuoH and my fondness for it, I have to tell you the story of my first date (she calls it a meeting) with my wife.
We had been chatting for awhile now, having met online via one of the myriad of relationship websites. Things just seemed to work. We both had long hours, and as a result, we agreed to meet up on a Monday night after I was done with work and when she was done with class.
I was giddy with anticipation. I got off work a little bit earlier than she got off school, so I was left waiting. I waited in front of the Hobby Center, which, interestingly enough, is right across the street from where we got married--at the Sweeney Clock (http://www.houstontx.gov/municipalart/sweeneyclock.html).
Well, she called me. I was a little bit nervous, so I don't think I won any points with her over the phone. My palms were kinda sweaty, and my normally abrupt demeanor over the phone was even more pronounced. I told her to park in the garage at the Hobby Center, and I would meet her to walk to The State Bar (I was still relatively new to Houston so I didn't know a lot of great places).
She managed to walk out of one of her shoes and I managed to walk into a tree branch. We were firing on all cylinders. Things took a downturn (or an upturn) upon arriving at The State Bar. It was dead. I mean, really dead. Noone was in there except the bartender. And, upon walking in, he informed us that he was closing up soon. Rather than hang out in an empty bar for just one drink, we went out to explore.
Unfortunately, downtown is dead, and kind of scary, at 10 PM on Monday. We wandered and wandered, until she recommended we go check out Dean's Credit Clothing. Well, we walked by, and it was loud, which we decided wasn't the best atmosphere for a first date. The other option? notsuoH. This was even dicier. We walked in, and I honestly wasn't sure if it was open or not. There was a group of people huddled around the bar smoking cigarettes. We stuck out like sore thumbs, me in a suit and tie, her in her work clothes. Fortunately, the eclectic notsuoH was the perfect ice-breaker.
The person behind the bar may or may not have worked there, to this day we still aren't sure. I do, however, distinctly remember her wearing a coon-skin cap. She did a great job of making the first date not so awkward by being all manner of ridiculous. Her tactics included giving us a scotch tasting, convincing my wife that she was psychic by deducing that I was an attorney and a few other details, having other customers come behind the bar to poor drinks, and telling us how notsuoH attracted the intelligentsia of Houston (which made us both secretly hope that she would bestow that label upon us, too). The bar is also decorated like something out of the show "American Pickers". Little artifacts that appear to have been recovered from someone's grandfather's basement are mixed with modern art, and somehow it all works splendidly. Instead of my wife and I feeling awkward on our first date, we both thrown slightly out of our element, and it helped break the ice much more quickly than if we'd had a nice, normal, pleasant evening. The evening was definitely pleasant, but, for us at least, it was not normal.
My future wife and I ended up staying at the bar until 1:30 a.m. or so, a crazy late hour for a night when we both had work the next morning. It was worth it, though, as we literally talked the night away. I don't know what would have happened if we'd ended up at another bar, but I'm willing to guess it would have been a more awkward and less interesting first date. And if you're in the area on a Monday night, I highly recommend giving notsuoH's a try. read more