The lure that the Melody had for me was as a tandem with the Roxy. We'd go back and forth across the street. Different places, different vibes, different girls. All good.
that was the routine for us as well... Pattis, Roxy, Melody, Roxy, Pattis, Rutgers Chicken.
I have mentioned that my wife's parents owned Pattis a few times but don't think I mentioned that her grandfather owned the Roxy back in the day. After the place closed down the bar ended up in some random store in S. Brunswick on Rt 27.