Spite

Rude and obnoxious is the best thing about this place. If you like drunk, hairy 20 somethings this is the place for you.

Everyday there is a new bartender. Food is canned and reheated. Patrons are either homeless, college age, or local drunk. According to previous employees, payment is few and far between and the owner is a severely narcissistic alcoholic. Structure is all smoke and mirrors, floor is just adhesive carpet squares and apparently they’ve closed twice in the first year due to flooding and sewage.

OK so listen. This place… it’s not some fancy-​pants bar with hardwood panelling and expensive… anything. This place feels like the back-​stage at your high school play, remember? That time you ran the stage lighting? The only thing that’s missing is the stage and your radio. You get: a bar with cheap, sweet drinks; walls and floors made out of painted plywood that smells just like that back-​stage; decent bathrooms; very friendly staff AND patrons — I dare you not to have a conversation with the other people at the bar — and pretty good food (but don’t be in a rush about it, and if you are, just get the nachos). Come on, it’s Manch. You want a low-​key place with OK food and cheap drinks that brings you right back to Drama Club? Here it is. Do not judge it by your fancy freakin bars in Somerville; this is not that.

First off. who names a bar, Spite? This place is literally a joke. So much is wrong here I don’t know where to start.
Drink: Spite offers a wide selection of draft beer. NOT. They have like two beers on draft, Bud Light & Blue Moon. They are famous for the «Mystery Shot» which tastes like High-​C mixed with the weakest/​cheapest vodka I’ve tasted. It’s so cheap they serve you in STYROFOAM cups! You read that right, Styrofoam! Come and get your cheap mystery shots, sponsored by Bill Cosby.
Food: They do offer food here. Ranging from hot dogs to seasonal specials, such as spiral ham. I wouldn’t eat this crap.
Atmosphere: A rotating section of cheap-​ass beer SWAG is advertised in the outside window, depending on what they get off the back of a Coors Light truck. The inside is decorated with cheap carpet and contains a long hallway of wasted space in the back that they clearly don’t know what to do with. They do have a touch-​tunes box if you feel the need to play a crappy song for a buck. In the summer they have outside seating, usually occupied by beaten down veterans, drunks or people who didn’t know any better.
Staff: The bartenders can usually be found anywhere besides behind the bar. Often they are outside smoking cigarettes or in the back doing whatever you could imagine. Once we waited so long for our drinks, we just walked behind the bar and poured them ourselves. When we got busted behind the bar, the staff didn’t even come over to get us out. They just yelled from the outside to go back.
Overall: Spite– noun. A desire to hurt, annoy, or offend someone.
Used in Sentence: «The bar Spite, fits the definition of the word Spite, perfectly.»