Went with two classy broads that are just friends but I'd entertain the notion of clapping under the right circumstances. Great atmosphere, feels like you're in a down home supper club despite being located on the yuppy cesspool known as Monroe Street (tho outta that part of it). The kinda establishment you could take your racist grandma to, or, because it's so outta the way, your side hoe. Stellar beer selection. All three of us ordered the so called "best Reuben around" (quite a bold claim) and some fried shit. Everything went down the word-hole real nice. Certainly the best Reuben in that neighborhood, once you start expanding what "around" means that claim gets real trumpy. Waitstaff was quite nice, and granted it was busy af (Saturday eve) didn't come around til post eating & I was fixing to get the beers going. Also, doesn't seem like a very Mary Jane friendly place, although we were grounded so I couldn't say for sure. Very Hebrew friendly however.