Although my college days are long gone, I like Mill Avenue and end up here from time to time. This is probably my least favorite bar on Mill. It feels like a huge frat house basement. On weekend nights it's so crowded that just making it from the door to the pool room or vice versa without getting spilled on, stepped on, or completely separated from your group feels like a major accomplishment.
If you do have to come here, check out the crazy loud but amazingly powerful hand dryers in the bathroom. Also some people rave about their cheap and toxic Long Islands.