This place is incredibly depressing and unhygenic.
I would classify this as a "dive bar" without the redeeming quality of decent food and some unifentifiable charm that would make you want to come back.
Upon entering the washroom there is an overwhelming fear of being confronted by a poorly camouflaged glory-hole shaped circle on the wall. The feeling of having been transported to an overused gas station toilet is amplified by the door not closing when seated (what is this, a stall for ants?) and the insulation of an eskimo outhouse which makes it feel the exact temperature as outside, which is always lots of fun in the winter, provided you like sitting on what feels like a toilet boil made of glacial ice. The numerous requests for sexual favors crudely scrawled on the walls help help lighten the mood while taking a really depressing and uncomfortable dump.
Note to kitchen and bar staff: if you can't properly fry a chicken wing, or sufficiently melt a plate of nachos make up for it with cheaper drinks.