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| - Overhyped and I don't know why. Unless maybe those kids whose parents used the "electronic babysitter" too much grew up and found a place to feel at home - substitute a beer for the bottle, plop in front of TV.
Selection of beers on tap had a couple of nice choices, but c'mon, if I'm going to have to pay $6.75 for a large so-called premium/import draft, I'd better be having a little more skin shaking in my face than I'd care to have from these "Santisi Girls". I'm sure they're nice young ladies, but I don't see coming here for the benefit of their obligatory company or vacant personalities, even if I was a single horny young 21 yo dude.
Saw a few small groups having fun with darts and pool balls, and a few lost souls at the bar. Mostly I saw a few of the staff working hard (a busser and a waitress) while the rest of the folks in SB tshirts milled around and chit chatted each other up.
There weren't many people when I was there kind of late on I can't remember if a Sunday or weeknight. The lighting was quite bright, allowing me to see all that grime and slime that normally goes unnoticed in this type of place. What you don't know CAN hurt you, but even so, ignorance is bliss, so I'm only eating in *dimly lit* sports bars from now on. That lighting is there for a reason, and it's not just to cause you the lovely surprise of waking up hung over next to a sasquatch after a night of binge drinking with your community college "frat" buddies.
I need a call out from my man, Flavor-Flav, BOYEEEEEEEE!!, cuz this one's made the Don't Believe the Hype List.
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