I'm giving them 4 stars because they make good drinks for really cheap. I usually get a $5 Malibu with pineapple or vodka cranberry, and either way they make it pretty strong.
The bathrooms are okay--usable--which honestly is pretty good for most bars.
The music ranges from honky tonk to Pit Bull to Deadmau5. They seem to be experimenting with more club style music as of late.
If you are afraid of hipsters, you should definitely come here. The crowd is mostly older and redneck-y. No one gets too wild, and it's not very loud inside. It's a good place to play pool and maybe even make friends with some new people. Also a good place to watch the game, since they have a few TVs and you can actually hear what's going on.
The outside patio is usually saturated with smoke, which can be gross if you are ordering from their taqueria, but that's another story. They also have some tables inside.
Whoever decided to put a bar here is obviously a strong believe in the first rule of real estate: location, location, location!
It's next to a taco place, across the street from the Folsom Library and Zoo... and also down the street from the Folsom Prison. It's also in a mostly residential area, but not too far from old town Folsom. This is basically the go-to neighborhood bar. And it's literally RIGHT THERE, from where my friend's house is... we can literally walk from his doorstep to theirs in under 60 seconds.
From the outside, it looks like a pretty cool, old-school dive bar... the inside's a little underwhelming. A little too bright, with carpeting (?), some oddly place, overly high tables and stools. The drinks are okay--nothing to write home about, and prices are average, though considering it's a neighborhood dive bar, I'd expect them to be cheaper, but oh well.
The best thing going for this place is their on-going pool tournament. 50 cents to play, but they have a pretty busy queue going on all night... Also a good place to meet some interesting locals: such as the woman who was telling me about when she was young and cute, in 1976, driving a corvette and still had all her front teeth... Ah, youth!
If you're not hanging around this area  lot, though, or you're not a dive bar connoiseur like me, you'd probably be better off going another mile down the street to Sutter.