Sunday, boring Sunday. Johnny Cash drove it home with Sunday morning
coming down and that was in 1970. Sunday’s in general have improved little
since. For some it’s a day of dress clothes and church Hymns. For others
it’s a day of rest and re-hydration from Saturday nights savage physical
abuse. Still for many others it’s the first day of their weekend, (the
service industry among others often affords only Sunday and Monday off).
What it all boils down to is that Sundays don’t offer many choices
for those folks looking to wind down after a hard weeks work.
Enter Adis Place. In true Vegas fashion, Sunday’s sullen sadness is left
at the door at Adis’s. While most of Beechmont is basically asleep Adis
Place is wide awake with irreverence and discontent for the sleepySunday standard
.While the rest of the world is hitting their fat mattresses, patrons of Adis
are sippin’ fat cocktails, tossing cornhole bags and shooting pool. Live
music or the well stocked juke box provide the soundtrack, while the bartenders
point the way to getting on track. Adis Sunday patrons need little encouragement,
everyone seems “hellbent” on having a good time from the moment they
arrive. I’m Sure Johnny would agree that 'On a Sunday evening sidewalk
, I’m wishin lord that I was stoned because there’s somethin’ in
a Sunday that makes a body feel alone”.
If Johnny had been an Eastsider today i’m sure you could catch him on the
stage at Adis Place smokin’ out those Sunday blues.
