If you want to play pool on a Saturday night, but don't want to eat until "the chef gets in sometime between 8 and 9" (this is literally what I was told a few moments after being given a menu), don't want to drink the beer you chose because they're out of it (I don't know how they ran out; the place is dead), smell the scent of the delicious food at Brat Haüs next door and remember that you have to wait until BETWEEN 8 and 9 to eat at your current location, want to wait five minutes to get your ID back from the worst bartender in the history of alcohol (with a sh*t attitude to boot) only to have the other bartender help you because she is not bad at her job, and you don't want to eat until THE CHEF SHOWS UP BETWEEN 8 AND 9, then this is the spot for you.
Just cut to the chase and go to Brat Haüs like we ended up doing.
Get it together guys.