Sometimes we’re at the club having an amazing time- dancing, sipping, mingling. But then as we’re body rolling to Arca, we suddenly remember all the injustice in the world. The pain. The suffering. The inflated price of hummus. The dimes square of it all. So we stop the dancing. We stop the revelry and we frown, consumed by all that’s wrong. And we clutch a friend for support. But more importantly, we take a picture. This is that picture. comment your fav dimes square restaurant below! :P