Light flickers on and off as I'm rocked gently, back and forth. I soon become acutely aware of the growing sensation that I might not be riding on the Metro North line, that I'm really a patient in a psych ward. However, I'm knocked into reality when I recognize all the familiar trappings of the Metro North commute.
Club Pacha isn't the Metro North line, but its close. If you ride the Metro North for the first time you're immediately captivated by its spacious seating arrangement , wood paneling, and its shiny burgundy leather seats. Then in minutes of sitting reality settles. You notice the seats are not exactly quality leather and the wood paneling is really making you feel cramped. Pacha does the exact same thing for $30 you see a mob of people, listen to clean acoustics of the building a perfect arena for randomness. You think that you have arrived, then reality settles , you immediately become aware of the wood paneling. However, this time the paneling moves and elbows, for a lack of space.
Once you've gotten comfortable and the Metro North is moving the burps and hiccups prevent the ride from being entirely enjoyable, but it does get you were you're going with relative ease. Pacha upholding club tradition, is trite has two floors, and it lends itself,if can tolerate it to good acoustics, club ratio, and horribly expensive bottom barrel alcohol ; at $10 for Capitol Gin.
Sure Metro North has its downsides, but the personality of NY commuters is riotously entertaining. If you don't just enjoy the comforts of your dreams, the commuters make the ride enjoyable. Pacha is a ride that will take you were you wanna go,but without any personality. There are other ways to travel and I prefer those.
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