Friday, September 25, 2009

The Dim Sum Room

Okay, this is a rerun of something I wrote a while back. But I wanted to resurrect it for a new audience.

Sometimes nostalgia is overrated. It's been a long time since I spent a lot of time out clubbing on a Friday night and, to be honest, I don't miss it very much. It's very much a young person's game.

For the most part, I remember avoiding dance clubs. Things were especially dismal at my alma mater, Beloit College. One option was the campus pub, an iniquitous dive misleadingly named the Coughy Haus, where the air was chokingly thick with (mostly) cigarette smoke and the music veered wildly between extended Grateful Dead jams and stuff like Flipper, depending on which bartender was on duty. You could theoretically dance at the C-Haus, but those that tried typically had their feet stick to the floor, which doesn't help your footwork much. And in any event, it's awfully hard to dance to Flipper.

There was another reason it was easy to avoid dance clubs in Beloit. Frankly, there weren't any. The other bar that Beloit students typically went to was Goody's, a classic Wisconsin tavern that had a great jukebox filled with solid gold hits from the 1960s, cheap beer and slightly oddball versions of bar activities, including a vintage shuffleboard table and a bumper pool table. We liked Hemingway in those days and we considered Goody's a clean, well-lighted place. But it wasn't exactly a festival of 80s zeitgeist. So the young coeds who wanted to dance were often stymied, aside from the occasional desultory all-campus party.

Except for one semester, when we had the Dim Sum Room.

You couldn't make this place up. The local Elks lodge had a large upstairs space that for some reason they had decided to turn into a Chinese dim sum place, complete with rolling tea carts and the whole shebang. It was a short-lived experiment, since no one in Beloit had any idea what dim sum was. To make a go of it, these entrepreneurial Elks also decided to flex their liquor license and open up the place on the weekends. They hired a Beloit student to spin records. And so, for the winter of 1983, the coeds had a place to dance.

It was a strange place indeed, festooned with strings of hanging beads but otherwise with the ambience of an airplane hangar. But like every place in Wisconsin, the beer would flow and when the music would play and the coeds would dance, it had a certain twisted magic. And on Friday nights, I can still recall the mix of anticipation and dread upon entering this spare but kitschy kingdom. Some of the coeds were girls we wanted to know a little better, so we ended up hanging out, dimly, in the Dim Sum Room.

As dance music goes, what was played wasn't too bad. The student deejay was a New Yorker and had a pretty good (and current) record collection. He could keep it going most of the evening and on a typical night might you might have heard something like this:

That's the way I remember it. It was better with beer, though.

1 comment:

  1. but at least you got to know Flipper. no music lover's life would be complete without Flipper in it. Cause Flipper was cool, even if you didn't know it yet.