Ahhh the Greenville is right, if you're in the mood for cans of beer and the village fool working the door.
I have to say, I have been here many times (always simply because of location, there used to be no other options) but I must stress it was out of the "well there is no other place to go" desperation.
There's the handful of drunk cougars trying to look classy while wasted and climbing the picnic tables.
But the quote that I got from a door man one night when my husband (from Europe) showed his passport as ID was the kicker!
The moron suggested we "don't try and get a drink with that shit."
Interesting, I suppose a passport works for international flight, but not a warn can of shitty beer. Classic!
If you want your IQ to drop...drink up at the Greenville.