The waitresses wear leg warmers and pastel minis that match the balloons hanging everywhere. Take Faces: “A ‘video dance’ club: Instead of watching rock video tapes at home, a hundred under-21s watch them together on a giant screen. Some of the clubs reek of their time and place and seem ripe for a revival. In 1983, 4608 Westheimer was occupied by a place called Remington’s, where "starched young professionals congregate after work and don’t let up until singer Scott Gertner has done his last Stevie Wonder tune.” Gertner is gone to greener pastures, and the Remington prints have been stripped from the walls, but that building today houses Sullivan’s Steakhouse, where the clientele is still plenty starched if not as young. Sometimes the name changes but the ambience remains much the same. Jack and Hector’s Piano Bar out in Memorial, “inelegant but comfortable,” is today’s First Tee Pub, which bills itself as “West Houston’s neighborhood pub.” Today’s Under the Volcano was yesteryear’s Munchies, featuring live chamber music and wind ensembles and “delicious rye bread sticks.” P.J.’s Sports Bar on West Gray has always been the most atypical of sports bars so too was its predecessor on the site: Las Brisas, a Tex-Mex café fused with a jazz joint in which you could chow down on flautas and bliss out to Mingus Ah Um at the same time. Lott’s Emporium, a Third Ward bebop club with an interracial clientele co-owned by Texas Tenor sax legend Arnett Cobb, now houses the Eta Rho Sigma chapter of TSU’s Phi Beta Sigma fraternity. Quasimodo’s Sanctuary-a quiet bar sporting a Count Basie / Benny Goodman soundtrack-has been reborn as Mockingbird Bistro. Tingles and the Dunfey are both gone, demolished to make way for Allen Samuels Chevrolet, but while Tingles was still jinglin', in "beautiful southwest Houston," we're betting this suave fellow was a regular:Ī few places have been recycled. “This disco has no particular theme (it’s not even a fern bar, though a brave group of potted plants atop the bar hold out for the tradition.)” Not even a fern bar? Imagine. The Dunfey Houston Hotel’s vaguely “oriental” Tingles on the Southwest Freeway was one such. Save for a show in which Austin’s Big Boys opened for NYC’s Kingpins there, Echo Beach seems to have left little trace of its existence on Texas’s punk and new wave history.īack then, people evidently clamored to trip the light fantastic in Sharpstown hotel bars. The latter’s name said it all about the goings-on within Echo Beach was described as a “new wave club,” with little further explanation by Texas Monthly's scribes. In its heyday it sported a “sleek” and “basically high-tech” dance floor “under a battery of blinking lights,” and…drum roll please…a game room.īig box retail has also apparently spelled doom for both forward-looking Echo Beach and nostalgic Rockabilly’s, an odd pairing of adjoining establishments anomalously situated on the frowsy corner of North Gessner and Kempwood. A CVS now occupies the Waugh at West Dallas address of Metropol, a “big sleek room with mirrors and a lot of vinyl booths” featuring “stylish customers who put on a real show.” Celebration, a Galleria-area disco on West Alabama is now a parking lot. Others have been vaporized, are as lost as the planet Alderaan. Then as now Anderson Fair was a folk / bluegrass club with uncomfortable chairs, and then there's soon-to-reopen Marfreless : “Definitely not a pick-up joint, this dimly-lit club has an upper tier lined with seductively soft sofas that we wouldn’t occupy with anyone we didn’t know quite well.” Hubba hubba.
Two of the places seem more or less unchanged.
Back then it was a hot-spot for “urban cowboys and preppies, post-college on up.” Who seemed easily impressed: “It’s easy to be loyal when the chips and salsa are always forthcoming from the kitchen in ample baskets.” The Carillon Center Sherlock’s Baker Street Pub still stands, but it seems unlikely that much of today’s bro-tastic clientele convenes there to discuss antiques, as the clientele of 1983 was reportedly wont to do. Sam’s on Richmond is now known as Sam’s Place (and adjoins the notorious Sam’s Boat). Rockefeller’s, then a showcase of “national and regional musical acts of every type,” is now a high-end function room. Yes, of the 25 bars and clubs listed, a few establishments remain, albeit most changed utterly in spirit. The Bayou City of 30 years ago might as well be Timbuktu, so strange and exotic were its ways. The past is also a different city, at least if the June 1983 Texas Monthly Houston listings / city guide is any indication. They say the past is a different country.