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| - The first thing that hits you about the place is the smell. The sweet, fetid stench of sewage is the welcoming tithe that really sets the tone for this cesspool. I'd been here a few times when it was Neutral, so it's not like I didn't know what to expect. If anything, it's basically the same bar with a few token arcade games and sriracha in their shots. Guess they're going after the Bro market?.... shudder.
I went to see my cousin's band, but thanks to the craptastic promoter, had to wait around for an extra 90 minutes: apparently he kept lying to them about start times etc. Not sure if that was on purpose in order to sell beer or what, but seriously: screw you, Whatever-your-name-is. That's not how you're going to build an audience.
Also, the sound guy (won't refer to him as an engineer as a mark of respect for those who actually know what they're doing) was grossly unprofessional in both dealing with bands and sound levels. Holy incompetent, Batman! I will NOT be coming back for a show if that's the best sound guy you can muster.
I will say that the bartender was very sweet and was very quick once she found everything she was looking for. She was super friendly and chill, which was a nice change.
I won't even mention the bathrooms. Just don't. Pretty sure the alley outside is cleaner. And unlike me, you won't have to go home and shower after to get the stink out of your hair.
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