I’m not sure how I find myself here some nights, but I completely regret it afterwards. Never any good beers on tap, be ready to pay three dollars plus for a beer and eight dollars plus for a watered down mix drink. Trying to get a drink at this bar is like fighting your way to the front row of a punk concert. Once you get there, the bartenders will waste no time trying to help you, either know your drinks or you get skipped. Bringing drinks back to your group will be dreadful, you will spill, just hope you spill it on yourself because the reaction of spilling on a bro can be disastrous. The scene– bros, so many bros. They all wear their baseball hats backwards with cool holographic dragon shirts or the hat’s forward and they have sweatshirts on. Surprisingly there are girls here, don’t expect any intelligent conversations with any. I’ve talked to a few, the conversation usually ends with the kid they had at eighteen or the last episode of honey boo boo. There is a dance floor, usually with two to three girls dancing and about ten bros just staring. Like I said, this place is regrettable, but I’m sure I’ll be back.
