I wouldn't even think about getting food here. Anytime im in Roanoke the people Im with always seems to want to go in here so they can dance. After you pay 10 bucks at the door you can go in. Last time I was like I will just go to one of the other 15 bars in the area and drink. They actually let me in with out paying and if I would have had cash I would have paid but I just didn't feel like walking to the ATM and pulling 20 bucks out. I go into the bar and get bumped by around 7 ghetto looking black guys on my way to the bar which is about 20 feet from the door. Once at the bar I had to stand there with my debit card in hand for about 5 min while the bartender guy was looking at the computer system. He looks at me and walks off to the bathroom area. I thought about leaving right then and there but my friend and her friends were out dancing so I decided to wait it out. I ended up getting a beer  about 10 minutes after I got to the bar. So I figured out why they charge at the door is because no one can order a drink pretty much. So if you like ghetto people and lame service go here for sure. I will never set foot back in this bar and Im actually surprised its still open. Someone could do something really nice to that building and make bank.
Review Source:A fun place to go dancing when there is a DJ or live music on weekends.
I've gone here a few times with friends. Â I'm not a heavy drinker but the bar seems competent enough the few times I've been with friends who have been drinking.
They have a fairly large dance area on nights there is music and dancing.
I've never eaten here or been for anything other than music and dancing but it was fine for that.
I recently stopped by 202 to buy a friend a quick birthday shot. Including myself, there were only five guest in the whole establishment accompanied by a DJ and one bartender. I ordered a corona for myself and a four horseman for my friend. The bartender handed me the corona and a PLASTIC cup containing the four horseman and told me it would be $11. I accepted the corona, but kindly asked him to serve the shot in some type of glassware. He looked at me as if I had literally asked him to perform a female circumcision and did not respond. So I said, "you know maybe a nice little shot glass or something I'm buying this for my friend's birthday and I don't want to give him plastic." He then breaks his silent streak and informs me that my friend had been drinking out of plastic all night. Funny, I didn't ask what he'd been drinking out of all night I asked for the drink to be served in glassware. Finally, he pours this mere shot into a tall highball glass. I pay and tip him $3 which is entirely too generous for such poor service. After my friend consumed the shot I took it upon myself to hand wash this glass in the men's room sink since apparently I was really putting a strain on the bartender by expecting to be served in glassware. That's a crazy theory I know. I handed it back to him, apologized for the inconvenience, and let him know that I washed the glass for him. Â He then buried his nose in the glass and upon realizing the stench of alcohol was gone put it right back on the shelf of clean glasses he got it from.
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