This just in. Kokopellis is the new black. As you might know, the place had a lot of doubters and haters, assuming it would be another place on 4th street that was going to be a hot mess. As you know, I LOVE love love Troy, and rarely cross the river or head to Saratoga anymore at all, for nightlife that is. As a self admitted recovering dance floor junkie, I was just convinced Troy was not the place for a “nightclub” and that was OK, because 29 isn’t 22 and the nights of remixes have been replaced with better music and quieter talkers and spanx and sense and a lot more clothing in general. It’s a natural evolution, and I’m cool with it.
STILL. I am only a warm/hot blooded human woman/ American girl and every now and again my friends and I still get a streak of crazy and want to trade in our Frye boots for a night of FMP’s. We didn’t think we could do this in Troy, until one night, after some deliberation, we finally took our cynical asses across the street to Kokopellis.
The windows are blacked out, so we literally (LIT-TRA-LLY) were walking in blindly. As we unclasped each others hands and opened our eyes, we were all floored by how beautiful the place was. The bar shines like the night AND they give you free peanuts, pretzels, and chips. The bar is stocked with trendy favorites, but still has your standard drafts. And the bartender gave us jukebox money.
The bottom floor is really more relaxed, than sexual or dangerous. OBVIOUSLY, the perfect place for us to leave the Boys when we drifted toward the thumping bass. Like moths to a flame. We started to climb the staircase towards the dance floor, but were told it was too early to be opened (WOW. Holy getting old, Batman.) We were so sad and clearly demoralized (saddddest faces ever) that they made an exception and opened it up just for us. Complete with laser light show and an excellent DJ who could mash up Beyonce with James Brown and basically, single handedly, turned my bougie friends back into wild and unwise College seniors who were one thrust away from winning a wet t-shirt contest. For over an hour, we left everything important at the table…everything serious, everything real, and pretended we were a little bit more carefree than we find ourselves these days. I’ll be honest. Girls went seriously and secretly WILD. And it was great.
Sarah was just running from one end of the dance floor to the other, occasionally leaping like a sexy unicorn onto a rainbow. CMAXBY was looking fiercer than ever, I unfortunately tried to stand on the fireplace or something, but…. the bouncer just calmly perched me on his shoulder and set me down sweetly.
Anyway. The point is. We jumped the gun on Kokopellis. We PRE-JUDGED, and we know that is never cool. Unfortunately, there have been some disappointments with newish places that we were really hopeful about. It made us sad and hesitant to hope again. And I think, like a scorned woman, we weren’t going to go in to this thing all open minded. We were going to make them win us over. And they did.