I must be honest. The first time few times I met friends for a drink at Pi I found much to be desired. The cavernous space is quite like a 'before' picture awaiting a makeover. The food bounces between miserable and edible, crying out for a bit of enthusiasm and know-how in the kitchen. The experience as a whole feels a little like an evening at a rural VFW hall. \r
In a perfect world, there would be lesbian bars. Plural. Fancy bars for Uptown chicks, down-home bars for the Cheers crowd, trendy bars for BabyDykes, and so on and so on. As a lezzy in my mid-40's who cut her teeth at Ladie's Night, I now wonder where my sky high expectations come from. I look forward now to meeting friends at Pi, know what to steer clear of on the menu and love having a welcoming, safe space to hang with members of my community. Like the ancient flannel shirt hanging in my wife's closet, Pi is what to put on when comfort counts.
Pros: Good Clean Fun
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