Let me give you a glimpse of the place on a Monday evening, before the potential crowds:
-my wife, outside, waiting for me to arrive, not daring to venture inside by herself, warning me that not once in her undergrad days did she ever patron this place.
-three trays of lost/forgotten debit/credit cards from the day before, a SUNDAY.
-youngsters in their PJs, hair mussed, with dazed looks in their eyes, coming in and asking, "Did I leave my card here?"
-rows upon rows upon rows of Aristocrat vodka.
-Natural Light...on TAP.
-relief. Sierra Nevada on tap.
-a giant, beautiful outdoor seating area
-a deep-fried bar menu (the food on the menu, not the menu itself although that would be interesting)
-townies with camouflage ballcaps, leathered skin, chuckling at the kids who leave their cards
-me, talking to my friend who works at the bar, asking her to "turn up The Doob."
good place to catch a game, evidently. but beware.