Don't bother with your Tux and leave your opera glasses at home. This place is to culture what Arizona is to Snowboarding, but it's very entertaining. The "Wheel of Booze" as you enter tells you that Plato and Aristotle would have been uncomfortable discussing the finer points of philosophy with the punters in here. Then the midget staff add that certain something, which combined with $5 pitchers (during happy hour) seal the deal.
It's brash, loud, and vulgar. The decor is early "mad woman's feces" with random junk nailed up everywhere, the restrooms are functional, and the floor is sticky. The place gets packed on weekends and everyone is having a great time. The food and service were amazingly good, given the Mongol Horde nature of the crowd - the calamari was tender and tasty.
By all means go to one of the nearby yuppy joints around the corner and pay $15 for an insipid cocktail that tastes like hell, but then come here for a genuinely great night out with real people.
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