This is a fun place, if you want to get your ass grabbed by strangers, and sometimes you need to keep your hands to yourself.
Awww the weird 80s punk classical music being pumped into your brain makes you want to grind up onto anyone around you, but I like my personal space. So give me three feet brotha! Trying to get away from the sound and grabby hands for a minute out on the covered patio didn't work with all that smoke in your face. Let's just say, anything covered outside still holds in the smoke. I don't think I'm ever going to venture out to this spot ever again.
If you end up here, bring cash or order more than $6 with your card or else the bartenders will get snooty.