Despite a secret fascination with the windowless wonders of Garden City during my residence in Boise, I'd never delved into their purported seediness until recently. After a brief love affair with the meat loaf at Stagecoach and a surprisingly pleasant welcome by Mr. Lucky's, I felt fairly confident entering my next Chinden address: Club Savvy's. The official signage is enigmatic enough, but after my first visit, I think I know what it must feel like to be a fly on the wall at a cannibal's feast--a little bit of horror, a little bit of fascination and an overwhelming sense of disorientation.
A heavily tattooed Boy George look-a-like and his flannel-clad, emo-haired sidekick played pool at the far table. A large group of hat-wearing longhairs, who were likely card-carrying members of Rammstein's fan club as well as avid Dungeons and Dragons players, had invaded a long table effectively blocking off the bathrooms. Once the karaoke enthusiasts had run dry, the dance floor became a microcosm of the Boise bar scene, populated with stereotypical Garden City types (tweakers, rednecks, truckers ...), rump shakin' college types and a few completely random Bigfoot sightings.
Gawk factor was high (particularly with respect to the cocktail waitress among my group of four male friends who became well acquainted with the lower half of her hiney, as it repeatedly fell out the hem of her skirt). The stage and its two crushed velvet golden recliners, inflatable bottle of Sauza and spinning wheel of drink specials was only missing Adam Corolla and Jimmy Kimmel (juggy dancers were aplenty). In the words of one of my drinking buddies, "Savvy's is the place where the uncool guy is the cool guy"--a statement later given some support when that same guy was called out onto the dance floor from his seat by a very jiggly (and juggy) massage therapist.
Club Savvy's, 3933 W. Chinden Blvd., 429-9339