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| - I've never had the food there, but I've been there on plenty of weekend evenings. WPS tends to draw a slightly younger crowd than the also popular P.J. McIntyre's a few doors down, for better and for worse. I sympathize with one of the other reviewers who mentioned "frat boys," because even if the typical WPS weekend patron never pledged a fraternity or sorority (if they even had the privilege of attending college), many give off a vibe stereotypically associated with the only most glowing images of Greek life. I've encountered several pushy, rude drunk people there who also happen to wear things like cargo pants with flip flops and sequined tops from Charlotte Russe.
Although you probably won't find anyone to join you in an enlightening conversation about politics or art, you might still find a few good people there--or at least fun people. If anything, the patio in the back is a nice offering on a summer night, especially when it's impossibly loud inside (live bands are a frequent occurrence).
The bartenders do a pretty good job of maintaining the weekend chaos without getting frazzled, which is a feat. The tap selection is pretty mediocre, and for whatever reason, the last time I was there, they were serving cocktails in flimsy disposable cups that were smaller than standard cocktail size (but for the same price). All in all, it's not the worst place to go to, and you might get some entertaining people watching out of it. If you're stopping by for a drink at an off-peak time, it's actually pretty pleasant.
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