That being said, there were plenty of guys in the bar– wearing their leather harnesses, having a good time. The dance floor was dead but pretty much every bar in Wilton Manors has its set date and time of the week to be poppin’. Unfortunately, I can’t review any of the drinks because I wasn’t drinking that night, but everyone I was around seemed happy with theirs. I enjoyed playing darts which I’m ok at, and pool, which I’m terrible at but was amazing at that night.
Lovely right? Props to Wolf because it was gone. The first thing I said was, «it doesn’t smell in here anymore!» There was always this pungent odor of cigarettes and sweat. Now it’s Wolf, people are still friendly, but this group kept their hands to themselves. Although it didn’t happen this time at Wolf, I was still manage to enjoy my evening.
The last time I was there, it was still Bill’s and someone grabbed a handful– people are friendly here i see. No one grabbed my crotch while I was here! Wolf, formerly Bill’s, is a somewhat of an update of the originally.
