The first thing you smell in Señor Frog’s is ass. The first thing you see is a conga line, in which men are groping women and women are groping men. The procession passes under a Señor Frog’s waiter, who pours liquor down people’s throats.
In other words, Señor Frog’s is a boil that ought to be lanced off of the earth. Svenonius takes the stage in a red suit. ‘All right, ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Mr. Frog’s,’ he says, and rattles off the slate of performers. ‘This is a very historic occasion. They’re here on a mission of liberation, They’re here to liberate you from that frog and replace it with a Taco Bell.’ Later in the evening, a Señor Frog’s hypeman who sings along to the Top 40 played between rock sets and liberally pours shots for front-of-the-crowd revelers, replaces Svenonius on MC duties.
-Arts Editor Jonathan L. Fischer, blogging from the Bruise Cruise. Fischer and WCP photographer Darrow Montgomery have been bringing us live updates/photos, which you can catch up on here.