Dodgy. Sketchy. Shady. Skeevy. Whatever you call it, it's all the same and it's at the Breakroom.
Rodeo was on TV. Awful tone-deaf people were singing. I'm sure many a deal was happenin' too. Here's one place you're sure to score.
But, c'mon, it's not THAT scary. Granted, I ain't going by myself. But in a group or with a friend, this place is fine. They serve drinks just like anywhere else.
Only thing unique and vastly different about the Breakroom is that their patrons are bonafide true-blue people probably dealin' with real-life issues - not broken nails, bikini waxes or studly tans. Their stories are written all over their faces, and let me tell ya, after reading a chapter, I wanted nothing more than to put the book down and walk away.