Staff so concerned with me wearing a hat, they dont notice that their owner is still being creepy to ladies, even after Jon Taffer & "Bar Rescue" tried to fix that earlier this year. He walked up to me and my lady and said "get your pussycat to sing" with a sly grin.
Then, in order to fill the gaps between amateur singers, they INSTANT REPLAY the entirety of each performance immediately after they're done. But its full sound, and on their TVs, so its like en echo/ deja vu until a new singer goes on stage. But drinks are cheap.