|Another Saturday night and this place ain't got nobody|
His asthetic sense is much too tasteful to come up with such nonsense for Montecito's centerpiece hang (past tense).
No. I'd like to think Ty is having his revenge on a sordid circle of suckers that try to dominate his "exclusive" pool club across the road.
I stopped in for a glass of Phelps pinot noir and got talking to an unsuspecting couple from SF here for the weekend.
They could scarcely believe how or why this joint now looks like a cross between a Turkish bazaar and a Moroccan brothel.
(They fled, drinks in hand, to their room.)
Sadly, the bartender agreed with us.
And so does everyone else.
Fortunately, Ty cannot ruin the view of Butterfly Beach.
Clubhouse on Wheels: THE CORAL CASINO AND THE COW