Imagine a legitimate British pub of some kind. You know the sort. Football fans, bangers and mash, buckets of gin and beer.
Now imagine that same place full of beady-eyed punk rock kids wearing t-shirts with the names of bands on them that have been history longer than they've been alive.
Add a pool table, and a sense of the threat of random violence, and you have this place. Three stars only because it's so hard to find a decent beer in Phoenix and these guys aren't bad in that department.