I bet this place goes crazy when school and hockey are in session. On a weeknight in July? Three drugged-up deejays from Chicago were the only other drinkers in the whole big bar and restaurant. It was pretty late on a Monday night, but that's one paltry crowd for a cavernous place alight with television's bright glow. However, the bartender was really nice and introduced me to each member of the Rickard's family of passable beers (Red was the best). Anyhow, I wouldn't expect a party in the summertime, but I'd have some beers here again.