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| - No. Never again. I love dive bars, and the area I grew up in has no shortage of 'em. But what the hell is this place? A trailer sized old dude flea trap, at best.
I didn't attend Pitt so I'm not used to the pathetic Oakland bar scene. A friend of +1's (who is a Pitt alum) was in town after coming home from the goddamn Peace Corps, and this is where he wanted to go drink multiple pitchers of beer. Whatever floats your boat, Mother Theresa. Coming in here, the door kid looked at my ID for literally two minutes. Like, just stared at it. Why. He even asked +1 (who is 25) for another form of ID, and was not a good dude about it. This little husky child needs to relax.
It was so crowded we couldn't get to the back table to meet up with everyone. I expected tons of bro college dudes, but it was really mostly older groups of guys, into their 30s and 40s. They were also super into not letting me past them. That was fun. Everything is so crowded and no one wants to know they're in the way.
I sent +1 to get me a whiskey ginger and was given a rocks glass of flat, watered, low shelf (like, FLOOR), alcohol. Unlike any other time we've gone out ever, I didn't have another.
I would typically say okay, you're looking for a dive bar with pitchers, grimy dudes, and smoking privileges, fine. But you can find that elsewhere. It's Pittsburgh! Maybe at decent dives you can't be such a garbage person. That might be it. Hopefully the patrons here will never find out.
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