You might not know about this place, except for the creepy clown that stands on the rooftop. My friends try to tell me that it’s not a Juggalo, but i’m not so sure. The place looks like it was once the setting of big aspirations and a hell of a neighborhood presence. A yellowing american flag hangs on the wall, likely from decades of cigarette smoke, along with vintage beer mirrors that salute the US armed forces. Now it is kind of a decaying relic of that former glory. You might want to stop in here for the 1.50PBR, the amenable bartenders, and for a relaxed and quiet experience on Carpenter. There’s also a pool table and a jukebox, if you’re up for it. You might want to avoid it if you are easily weirded out, want more than a cheap beer or bad liqour, or you have coulrophobia. Bring cash, obviously, and don’t mind the smoke, it’s part of the ambiance.