Second Street Tavern

What in the Sam hill...or should I say Jim Bob?  That seems more appropriate for this atmosphere.  
Before last night, the only time I had ventured into this bar was when it was still Lil Jim's, approximately 10 years ago.  At that time, I was a cellphone-less minor, unfamiliar with STC, and I needed to find my friend's house so I could pick her up for a softball game.  While I do not remember much from my last visit, I remember being stared at by the entire crowd and feeling a little scared.  
Last night, I returned for my friend's (Sofia D) bday.  Now that I'm older, I'm way less creeped out by drunken weirdos so I figured it would be no big deal.  While there were still some shady characters (as in dude wearing a floppy hat that told my sister he was going to "jump her"), the overall vibe wasn't bad.  You could tell the regs were pissed that we had taken over "their bar" but they kept the disdain to dirty looks and no brawl ensued.  The bar itself is a large rectangular shape, and takes up most of the space.  The bartender was surprisingly nice, I mean I know you shouldn't judge a book by it's cover but between the facial piercings and neck tattoos, I was slightly apprehensive about ordering a drink from her since she looked like she wanted to kick my ass.  There were a couple high top tables scattered around the bar, maybe about 6, all with peeling faux leather covers.  The bathrooms are one person, and they do NOT accept debit/credit cards.  If you go here, expect to perhaps get a couple sideways looks, drink cheap booze, and listen to Bob Seger.  It's not bad, but it's not good either.