Restaurant Review: Safari Sam's
by Pam Shaffer
Being somewhat broke, I figured I'd economize and go to dinner and a show
all at once. I found myself at Safari Sams, land of comfy outdoor couches
and crunchy indoor music. I found my accomplice in dinner crime, one Jana
Pants, seated close to the stage.
Though I really dug the music of Izzy Cox and the Eskimos, I felt like that scene in Batman where Bruce Wayne and reporter Vicky Vale are shouting to each other down a long table to pass the salt. This wasn't because I'm secretly a super hero (or AM I?) but because the music was REALLY loud. I felt rude yelling over it but didn't want to eat in conversational silence, so up to the balcony we went.