If you try to be something for everyone, you’ll probably become nothing to anyone.
I don’t know if that’s a well-accepted concept or one I just made up, but I do know it’s beautifully exhibited by Brik.
Touting itself as a sports bar, it’s lined with TVs and ready with beer specials during the games.
And yet, we could barely hear the game last night because in addition to the televisions’ sound, the speakers were also blasting out loud club music.
…Despite the fact that this “sports bar” had no dance floor.
…And when we asked to have the music turned down, we were told someone had requested it be turned up.
…During the NFL playoff games.
…They also sell a grilled chicken entree for $16.95.
I have nothing against bars that pump house music at 6pm on a Sunday, but these places should not describe themselves as sports bars. I have nothing against restaurants that don’t take into account the components of a meal when deciding on menu pricing, but these places should not describe themselves as sports bars.
Maybe it was our fault for wandering into the ridiculously dimly lit bar during a football game and expecting to have a sports bar experience simply because Brik is supposed to be a sports bar.
But I don’t think it was.