An attractive nuisance at best; an episode of Kitchen Nightmares and a Telegraph cover story waiting to happen. If you like bad cover bands and mackin’ on women who dress like they’re trying to put toothpaste back in the tube, if you and your friends like to drink beer before liquor and redecorate an innocent person’s entryway and mailboxes in vomit, or if you’d like to be involved in a reenactment of the unfortunate events at The Station, then this place is totally for you! Party on, Garth. If you’re a normal person who wants to go to a bar to have a few beverages and enjoy some good music and conversation, then stay the fuck away. Just, please, trust me. It gets a single star because the bartender who is(or used to be) on duty on Monday nights mixes a wicked toasted almond and sounds good when he talks even though you can tell he’d rather hang himself with a noose made of bar towels and shattered dreams.