Christopher's is part of the old Fort Lauderdale scene that has survived like a cock roach after a nuclear war. I ever wanted to go to Christopher's, but one night a friend of mine desperately wanted to go. He was having some sort of cougar craving or something, but he was driving and he said there was no cover, so I played along.
On a friday night, there was plenty of parking, which is never a good sign. The first hurdle was that there was a $5 cover; apparently all drinks are $5 on Friday and it costs you $5 in order to access the deal. Great. Ok, so my friend paid, but that obligated me to buy the first (and only) round, so it was a wash. From the outside the place looks like a real dump, but it's not bad on the inside; it's a multi-level place with 3 bars.
Am I really supposed to get excited about a couple of $5 beers. Wow what a deal.
The crowd was sparse and downright scary; disco people used to freak me out back in the 80s and it's no different now. Old men in white pants is not a pretty picture.
We had a few good laughs, chugged down our beers and back out into civilization. Lesson learned.