There’s really not much else to say, is there? Enjoy. (Responsibly.)

A few of your local Metrobloggers braved the dark and rainy night to swill coffee and beer at a fairly new local haunt: R15. The name might be a giveaway but this writer here didn’t register that R15 is at the intersection of R and 15th Streets in Midtown. It’s a fairly friendly neon-esque place, with lots of room in the early evening, and the noise level was reasonable. (At least until the Kings game was blasted from one of the multitudinous screens.)

The menu sported an ad touting that you too can play wireless Xbox from the comfort of your bar chair with beer in hand. It’s gotta be a trend that catches on like wildfire. Now maybe your mother can watch her soap operas!

Beer was cheap at $2.75. This blogger had a latte that arrived in a bowl. Not bad for a bar latte, if you know what I mean. But who can compete with the best latte in town at The Naked Lounge which is only a block away. Next time I go to R15, I’ll skip the latte, and maybe loosen up and have one of them cheap beers.

I suppose I shouldn’t get defensive right away. After all, I have yet to observe in Sacramento the jukebox-offensive to which I am reacting. Perhaps you have seen the offenders in this town, however, or in San Francisco, where I used to live and first noticed the scourge descending.

I am talking about those new-fangled internet or satellite connected jukeboxes - the soul-less wall units giving bar patrons a seemingly endless array of musical options to pair with their Sierra Nevadas, Jack and Cokes, whiskeys, or cosmos. Have you seen them? They have touch screens. They have categories. They have search engines.

They don’t have Neil Diamond.
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