I went to this crummy den of rat turds on a blind date and needless to say it did not impress. The music was fairly decent (David Bowie) and there was a candle on our table so I thought things might turn out better than they did. Nope. N. O. P. E. No sir. I chose the location and felt like a total dipshit because she stuck up her nose at the dingy atmosphere and the sticky table. My bad I guess. We found it awkward to engage in small talk as an old creepy perv guy kept staring at my date from his seat by the wall. THEN later on, after she had put on a sweater to avoid his wandering eyes, the creepy perv went behind the bar and yelled at the nice server. He was the owner or something! I nearly shit my pants! The beer made me barf. My date thought I was stupid. I wouldn't feed their peanut butter noodles to a suicidal racoon. The servers were really great though and one of them ended up giving my date a lift home on his bike at the end of the night after I got sick.