Chinchilla Café is the coolest night club in Charlottesville, Virginia, but you won’t find it on Google Maps or Yelp. The address is a secret. It hides within a house that transforms weekly into a concert space without permits, licenses, or fucks to give about permits and licenses.
I can’t make out the house numbers from the sidewalk, so I follow a lady lugging an amplifier and a dude in all black carrying a case of PBR, which makes me feel awkward about also being a dude wearing all black and carrying a twelver of PBR.
A few people lounge on the front porch to collect the suggested 10-buck
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