Before I'd ever been, friends would speak of The Hideout with an almost yearning tone. I remember the dramatic pause and stoic stare into space, "Ah... The Hideout," they'd say. A mere mention of this bar would trigger an almost Pavlovian response amongst my friends with a proclivity towards rocking out. Like a psychological beer buzz or E.T. staring at a bowl full of Reece's Pieces, this place gets ahold of you. I had never been and, at that point, didn’t understand the hype.
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