Last resort after trying for three nights to find "authentic" flamenco. The room was dark and full of tourists, not locals. The singer was mediocre and the dancer looked angry the entire time. At least the guitar player had some talent. And this was a Saturday night. Can't imagine what it is like during the week. Of course the hot dog and lemonade on the chalkboard menu should have been a huge sign that we were not in an authentic venue.
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