Cheri’s was alway the first night stop for us. We always enjoyed that first night. The bartender named Cordell was fun and had a great memory of faces and drinks. We would sit down, he would look over and smile. In a matter of moments I had a Carib and Grace had a Guavaberrt Colada without ordering. He’d shake my hand and say hello mon, a year has gone by already.

The show was stale and campy but it was a no brainer first night. Someone once told me no one goes there anymore, yet it was always crowded. To each, his own.