The one time I went to Blondies' was a Friday night this past winter* and the bar was full of dancing 40-year-olds straight outta Discovery Bay.  Not that I'm saying it was bad, but it certainly isn't the scene I'd expect on Valencia.  Aside from the odd scene, the place didn't seem that bad.  Plus, Ariel tells me they have killer Bloody Marys.  Well, this marker review seems to disagree with my takeaway.  What happened duder?  Did a cougar shut you down?  You don't like old people dancing to “Move Bitch”?