Not too many people I know like to party in Old Sac. It’s a tad inconvenient, the cobblestones destroy your shocks, and the parking sucks more than the Dyson rollerball. Yet, a few swell places call Old Sac home. Most folks know of the Back Door Lounge, the swankiest dive in town, where seeing and being seen is the farthest thing from anyone’s mind. Then there’s the Delta King. Despite it’s kitschy, touristy vibe, it houses a pretty decent restaurant, a wine school, and one of my favorite river-side bars.
Add to that mix the Crescent Club, a recently opened “speakeasy” that features fancy cocktails, vintage furnishings, and live old-time jazz on the weekends. Each one of those offerings hits me in the sweet spot. I want to spend every night there, sprawled out in the opium den, sipping gin and listening to Django. Here’s the rub. Nobody else seems to share my passion. Each time I’ve attended an event or played an event there, the crowd is thin at best. Continue reading “Crescent Club: Potential, Potential, Potential”