OK, I love the piano thing. Actually, the married couple (the Caos?) are the ones I always came to see. That's about all I loved about this place. I was starting to go here more often... until this past Monday.
I met up with an acquaintance of mine who was obviously tanked. Guess he had a few before our meeting. Quite a few. I mean, he couldn't make a coherent sentence and was passing out at the bar. Yet the bartender had still served him a glass of wine before I got there. I immediately asked him to also give the wasted dude a glass of water. Isn't that a no-brainer if you're a bartender? Guess not... not that it mattered; both were knocked over and spilled within minutes. I also asked for water. It was served in the FILTHIEST plastic pint "glass" I have seen in a long time. The entire rim was encrusted with a solid smear of pink lipstick with chunks in it, and little bits of hair. It was nausea-inducing. The bartender did nothing pertaining to actually owning a servers' license: cutting off a drunk patron, serving drinks in CLEAN glasses, or even calling a cab for someone who should have been cut off. Correction: should NOT HAVE EVEN BEEN SERVED. I finally had to call a cab for the drunk dude, since the bartender was too busy... you guessed it... texting behind the bar. Drunk dude barely made it to the cab when it arrived. The bartender and two other patrons seemed amused at the sight of a wasted, rather obese 65-year-old man almost eating it on the sidewalk outside the bar. I left soon after, disgusted with the entire experience. The bartender had the nerve to say he hoped I'd return. Fat fucking chance.