Just Say No to Hookah Lounges

I’ve never been to a hookah lounge. There are several reasons for this. I don’t like smoking, in any form. I assume there is a disturbing amount of germs being passed around, and while I have no problems with expired food and never use those “carriage wipes” at the grocery store (TRYCLOSAN IS EVIL), I am not interested in catching the flu from my friends. And the picture I have in my head of one of these places looks a lot like some sort of 70s/hipster hell. So…I was not at the Arabian Nights hookah lounge in West Hartford when a stabbing took place there.

Just say no, kids. Flickr Creative Commons, Paul Beattie

Just say no, kids. Flickr Creative Commons, Paul Beattie

At first, one might assume that a normal Tuesday night at the hookah lounge (WTF does that even look like?) turned ugly when patrons lost their minds and started stabbing each other. But that does not seem to be the case. First of all, the call to 911 came in at 3:17 a.m. If your local hookah bar is open until 3 a.m., please call the cops because it is a front — either for drugs or prostitutes. No, some sort of domestic disturbance occurred and when then cops showed up, a bleeding man was locked inside, and there was an injured woman outside.

It’s not totally clear how the man got inside the locked lounge, but I assume he has keys — which makes him the owner, or an employee.

While we never like to see anyone get hurt, I see this all as confirmation that I was right about hookah lounges and they are to be avoided at all costs.