The Thousands

Not satisfied with their *undeniably* haunted basement at the Grace Darling, owners Cath, Mace, Maurice and Dan have found another one. Hidden down some Lynchian stairs in the middle of the city, their new bar and dancefloor Strange Wolf is skinny, dark and shadowy. It is Mace’s natural habitat.

Exposed concrete pillars contrast with a Sol LeWitt-worthy wooden lattice suspended from the bar. Smoky-paned windows high on the wall frame a passing parade of Exhibition Street feet. Black-on-black wallpaper reveals a hooded man and a dog – which is either the wolf they’re talking about or a reference to the time Joseph Beuys spent three days in a room with a coyote.

The seats are un-varnished wooden crosses. No they’re not! Yes they are, Mr LaVey. Where are you going? Oh the secret room. Well can I eat your charcuterie bar snacks?

Trumer Pils on tap, Mountain Goat, Coopers, micro brews, wine from local owner/growers – and an opening party tonight. Because there is a beast in man that needs to be exercised, not exorcised. Thank you Anton.