Heads up and, hopefully, the beginnings of a successful smear campaign in this jazz crime. I just took a gig with a jazz violinist at this place, although I'd sworn never to play again there. I have my reasons (friends, family, another fiddle, etc.) My original discontent with the place was because, after an long night there once with Manny Duran, they presented the octogenarian trumpter with a $25 bill for his Diet Coke binge over the course of the $50 Saturday night gig. Full price for the band. That's $5 per skinny glass of DC for those of you that don't want to do the math. It seems they've upped the bets since the last time I was there, and now the deal is that the band plays, on a Friday night in this case, for 70% of the door. A word to the wise.