Acoustically Speaking

It's Acoustic... in that it offers acoustic music... and a Cafe, but only because it used to offer food. Overall, it's got a good vibe this music nook in Bridgeport's Black Rock section. Just ask eagle-eyed door sentry Jessica, who's the keeper of the entry gate and has roosted here a while now. A sharp cookie with razor-sharp wit and a playful personality, J can sashay with the best of 'em.

Serving up the suds behind a makeshift jerry-rigged wooden fortress is Kelly, with hair swirled up high like a Dairy Queen double scoop with extra chocolate sprinkles. She administers shots of Jameson's like Nurse Ratchet laying down smallpox vaccine. Carrying a baby on board, Special K has a nurturing way, cradling the Bendy straws and rocking the register with a lullaby caress.

Meanwhile, the growing populace here enjoys their "Huge Ass Beers" including PBRs, Magic Hat #9, Brooklyn Pils, Bass and Blue Moon, the suds going down easy, filling eager bellies and enhancing moods.

Ceiling areas painted black hide industrial machinations and the coarse underbelly of the establishment, aglow in multi-colored gel lights.

The freelance crooner on stage lays down his tracks, making an appeal to the crowd. He gains acknowledgement with polite claps and a giggle, then is gone.

Leopard skin-patterned booths draw "hunters" of nightlife. They tote wads of dollar bills looking for good times.

Casual is the style here, with knit caps, ball caps, flannel and denim ruling the day. It's the uniform of the common, the salt of the earth, the real deal.

A lulling good time and tasty brews will be had by all.