Subsequent week, what could possibly be essentially the most asinine, overtly offensive bar in Houston will open its doorways. Known as Fats Boots Trailer Park Bar, the institution clearly revels in poking enjoyable at stereotypes about individuals who dwell in trailer houses.
The bar is ready to make its debut at 4218 Washington Ave. on Wednesday, Could 5, contained in the area that previously housed the Pink Elephant Room. Per CultureMap, the bar will provide a “trailer park stylish” vibe, a phrase that’s by some means each classist and meaningless. Anticipate cocktails served in Spaghetti-O’s cans with names like “Porch Possum” and “Panther Piss,” alongside snacks like Twinkies, each of that are apparently supposed to indicate one thing concerning the trappings of “trailer park” life.
Maybe most egregiously, one of many bar’s cocktails is known as the “First of the Month,” a date immortalized within the equally titled 1998 Bone Thugz N Concord music, as a result of it has traditionally been when individuals who obtain monetary help would get their month-to-month checks. Contemplating that the bar is a undertaking of high-end membership house owners, it’s unlikely that this menu will provide many budget-friendly choices for people who find themselves nonetheless making an attempt to make ends meet whereas reeling from the COVID-19 pandemic.
The self-described “experiential hospitality venue” sprung from the “trash-filled minds” of Las Vegas nightclub house owners Robert Frey and Jennifer Worthington, and occasion producer Ned Collett. Fats Boots’s web site boasts that it’s a vacation spot for the “Tik-Tok and selfies era,” a veritable paradise for people who find themselves rather more all for a bar’s ‘grammability than its cocktail menu.
Not everyone seems to be thrilled concerning the arrival of Fats Boots. Over on the Houston Chronicle, author Abigail Rosenthal criticized the institution’s flippant view of trailer parks, which have steadily been used because the punchline in jokes about folks residing in poverty. “Every thing about it feels patronizing.” Rosenthal writes. “Folks’s lives and struggles aren’t for gawking at and turning into a chance for a colourful Instagram photograph.”
After which, after all, there’s the informal sexism. The bar’s workers, referred to as “Fats Boots Flamingos,” are depicted in Fats Boots’s advertising and marketing supplies dancing on the bar in skimpy outfits that seem like one thing out of the wardrobe of Daisy Duke or Ellie Mae Clampett. The web site basically encourages its patrons to objectify the employees — apparently, the Flamingos put the “lust in wanderlust” — which isn’t an important concept contemplating that restaurant trade staff have continued to report elevated sexual harassment all through the COVID-19 pandemic.
Nonetheless cheesy and ill-advised Fats Boots’s schtick could also be, the bar has already made plans to open a number of areas following its Houston debut. In line with its web site, a New Orleans outpost is predicted to open this fall, and a Nashville bar can also be within the works.
Correction: A earlier model of this story indicated that Fats Boots was situated within the Heights. It’s on Washington Avenue.

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