The time has come for me to confess to you, dear readers, that I have a massive, unrequited crush on someone. That someone is Professor Phelyx, mentalist, entertainer, artist, and professional gentleman. I met him a few years ago when I was a backstage newbie and terribly nervous about how unqualified I was. Phelyx took the time to make eye contact, give a genuine smile, ask how I was doing, and listen to the answer. To a shaky little kitten, that bit of humanity was a lifeline. I’ve been in his thrall ever since. All live theater is magical. Some of it really is magic. Professor Phelyx weaves... Read More

I was immediately intrigued by the name; Ophelia’s Electric Soapbox. It has a nice ring to it. Billed as a “gastrobrothel,” this place has a little bit of everything. Good food, good drinks, live music and nostalgia. There’s even a hostel upstairs. You walk through a tall wooden door off of 20th street and enter into the main barroom. The décor is unique to say the least. It has a kind of classy retro vibe. There’s a small lounge area with some sofas and tables. The wallpaper has intricate velvet designs reminiscent of the 70’s. Decorative golden orbs hang from the ceiling. Some of... Read More