I'm admittedly befuddled by the polar opposite experiences that I've had here. Â
First time ventured in with my girlfriend on a Sunday evening and enjoyed a couple rounds of a Linden Street lager in the company of a pleasant, sociable crowd. Â Was amused and appreciative of the ambiance---the dimensions felt more intimate than oppressive. Â Thought this would evolve into something of a go to spot for me. Â
Second time came in here with my girlfriend again and was struck by the eery stillness in the bar. Â The fat woman behind the bar counter was viscerally hostile toward us, and the patrons were... creepy, to the point of instilling discomfort and uneasiness and inspiring us to chug our drinks *belch* and bounce. Â We might as well have been black and in Birmingham, Alabama 1955, the way the people looked at us. Â
True to its dive bar ethos, I wonder if it's a place more suited toward drunks and depressives than casual drinkers. Â Won't be back to find out, because I became aware of what a shit hole it is, aesthetically.