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| - The bartenders are efficient, cool under pressure, crafty with their words, and their arms are full of verbs when they're making drinks. And how about the atmosphere? Warm, posh, relaxed. Man, are the lights down low in here. This place is so dark it makes a mausoleum look brighter than the floodlights at Wrigley Field. If you were a hitman you could probably cut your time in half. As uniquely cool as this place is - fireplaces and darkly lit corridors? What, are we drinking at the Hearst castle? - the clientele can be a little unnerving. Take, for instance, the alpha male who was wearing his girlfriend as a belt buckle at the table next to us. While he was rubbing his girlfriend down like he was cleaning the window of a car, he decided, against his best interest, to poke fun of one of my friends for wearing glasses of all things. Meanwhile, his girlfriend, who was wearing jean shorts the size of a diner napkin, was supporting his behavior. Other patrons in the bar were equally as damning, sadly, as one guy even clipped me with his arms at the bar. You don't need to imitate the wingspan of a terradactyl to order a drink. Between the prehistoric cosplay and the jock from Revenge of the Nerds I probably wont go back to this place. Sucks, too, because the bartenders are choice.
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