J.T.’s Lounge
3800 Davie Blvd., Fort Lauderdale, 954/584-0808
Was it all a dream? Surely, there is really no bar like J.T.’s Lounge, with
a small stage to one side, piled high with boxes that appear to contain spare
sports trophies. And, my Lord, the lights! Could somebody do something about those
10,000-watt fluorescent lights? Such a question is greeted only with stares, rebukes
and the oft-heard, “If you don’t like it, leave.” Ah, J.T.’s
Lounge. Where a man can begin a game of pool only to have another man enter the
bar and demand to use the table, as it was his first. Where a woman proudly shows
off the bruises from where her man beat the heck out of her. And yet the bartender
remains quite positive and friendly, a strange dichotomy in a bar filled with
bitter drunks swilling cheap beer. So just take a seat at the bar, maybe enjoy
a few minutes of polite conversation with the bartender and don’t make any
sudden moves, because they sure don’t cotton to your type at J.T.’s,
and it don’t even matter what type you are.
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