After waiting 10 minutes for a beer on a Tuesday night, I was confronted by a large man who asked me: «what kind of man do you think you are?» I was wearing sequins and Mardi Gras beads after working a shift at another bar on Fat Tuesday, because my bar was celebrating the beginning of Mardi Gras. Before I could even register what the man had said to me, the bouncer intervened and myself and the woman I was with were asked to leave. Considering the atrocious service from the wait staff coupled with the deplorable and downright ignorant attitude of the patrons, I could never consider, under any circumstance, returning to this bar. The worst experience overall that I have experienced in Worcester.