It was one of those nights that you just feel like sitting cozily on the couch with a tub of ice-cream in your hands. But it’s so happened that my friend asked if I wanted to check out this snakes place with her and a bunch of friends. I dragged my lazy ass and took the subway to Korea town.
Korea town is a place that serves inexpensive good food and sizzling BBQ. Who knows people come here for something else.
At this time of the night, there is only one spot that attracts people to line up in the middle of Christie. It’s Snakes and Lattes.
Snakes and Lattes, anyone?
I was kinda getting excited about this mysterious hipster place around the corner.
We proceeded to this dimly lit café with this “hostess” showing us to the other side of the room. Apparently, the snakes people opened up a bigger room because of the increasing popularity of the place.
Judging by the gamers, I can tell that this place appeals to a different crowd.
After we gave our orders for drinks, I sat uncomfortably on the couch, waiting for others to start the conversation. And the Games Guru came to our table.
“I am gonna be your game instructor of the night. What can I do for you?”
The tall Caucasian with lots of facial hair gave us a warm welcome and started to list the games they have. It’s the first time I literary came across a person who gets paid for telling people what games to play. Cool business idea!
The peeps all agreed to get something fast and challenging. Well, I can only handle anything that requires me to work on two brain cells. Our guide vanished around the corner and came back with taboo and some dirty version of apples to apples. We only survived three rounds of the latter and decided to leave the overrated archaic jokes behind.
I am not gonna go into great details with taboo. All you gotta do is flip over cards with the “key” word and make your team guess. This game did not work to my advantage as I began to notice French words on the cards. I prefer the Asian version where you get noodles, shades, chopsticks and stuff.
I turned to my right and noticed two white guys standing by this huge table that was piled with a bunch of miniature figures. They gazed proudly at their “game” and nodded agreeably. Another white guy came along and joined the group.
“Did you practice?”
“Duh, I got the weapons. I practiced with my character. It’s on.”
The trio chuckled mischievously in their little corner and rested their hands on what seemed to be a HUGE lego kingdom.
“What are they playing?” I asked my friend.
“Those dorks? Oh, dungeons and dragons.”
The D&D nerdery continued to run high in the room. It had reached the soul-destroying point that the games instructor went to check on them.
I looked over at our table. All we got was hot tomatoes, Anomia and some Zen game. Despite my occasional fail word games moments, like me saying “Oregon” instead of “oregano,” I was kinda moved by the heat of gaming in the room. Oh well, only until we settled the bill.
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