The bartenders have less class than the customers which puts them in the negative on a points scale. Â I've been over charged and short changed more than once by the low class workers even though I'm a descent tipper. A drunk loser got in a woman's face over a pool table and cussed at her and she was asked to leave. Â No common sense or chivalry in that place.
Review Source:You know what the most brilliant thing about having a bar lit with fluorescent lights is (pun intended, people)? There's no trickery of light when you're looking at people. You see that scar and that tattoo with blown-out lines and you see that there's a jukebox turning heads and which balls are left on the pool table and that drinks are coming at you fast. Then when you finally black out, it happens so clearly, so decisively, there's almost a click on the soundtrack when you try to put the whole reel back together the next day. Suffice to say, we had a good time.
Review Source:I wonder if Rick still works here... He was nuts and made the best drinks out of all the bartenders. Â
They have a "dance floor" which consists of a tiny patch of linoleum in the corner by the pool tables. Â There's a strobe light that reflects off of a white bed sheet hanging from the ceiling. Â Yes, you read that right. Â There is also the quintessential dive bar moose head above the bar that has assorted panties and bras hanging from it's antlers.
I do not recommend passing out face first in the marigolds that are planted outside of the back entrance. Â Trust me on this.