It was on a particularly sticky San Anto evening about two years ago when I witnessed a patron run into the middle of a small and sweaty crowd and "make it rain" on the dance floor. Fresh-pressed dollar bills, maybe 20 or 30 of them, flurried down to the floor as wildly manicured hands grabbed at the air. The Spandex-clad dancers twerked their way to the floor, grabbing any spare singles that made it through the sea of hands.
That was Bar Central (formerly Da Traxx), where a pat down was required for males, and VJs played the latest club hits on weekends. Plush couches lined the bar's left side, wonky mirrors, bright strobe lights and a water feature commanded the attention of bar goers. Doors at Bar Central closed last year, but the space reopened in early April as My Friend's Backyard and so far, the scene has decidedly taken a pleasant turn.
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