You wouldn't like it.
Loud, abrasive and covered in graffiti.
My mum complained to me on my 30th birthday celebration at 1.00 in the afternoon on a weekday when we ate at the back of the restaurant, with no one else in sight save for the owners having their coffee, that it was too loud.
The bar was playing Johnny Cash. The American recordings. 'Nuff said.
I've been going here since they opened it on college st. in 1990 and I was 16.
Saw some of the greatest punk shows of my life here-new bomb Turks, Cadillac tramps and plenty of others.
Bar fights were par for the course. Now they have security to deal with idiots like you.
Heaping plates of junk food cooked properly. Wicked hangover brunch.
Cheap beer. Still.
Staff are friendly and have balls. Don't give 'em no shit.
I won't come here on Friday night or Saturday night anymore because that's amateur hour, but we all had to start somewhere.
I fucking love sneaky Dees.
But you wouldn't like it.