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| - Immediately upon entering the establishment I was annoyed with OWL. The way the door slams SO LOUDLY was almost enough to make me want to leave, but I really wanted to give this place a chance. We chose a table and sat down on what might possibly be the most uncomfortable stools on the planet. We were immediately greeted by the owner which was very nice. He sent over a waitress who gave us our menus and left. We looked over the very empty and unappealing draft list filled with breweries that we haven't even heard of and one local beer and made our selection. However, instead of our waitress coming to take our order, a guy with an "executive chef" shirt on came and asked us if what we wanted which utterly confused me; where did our waitress go? We ordered some things from him and he left. The waitress came back and took the rest of our orders but we were then informed that the only local beer on tap "just kicked" and they were also out of the jalapeño poppers we wanted. On a Saturday night. At that point I was convinced that this had to be an episode of "Bar Rescue" and I was just waiting for Jon Taffer to barge in. We received our beers, which were some Nevada based, but not Las Vegas Local beers and they were awful. Not sure if it was the lines or the beers themselves, so we ordered a Left Hand Milk Stout that we have all had previously and it luckily tasted fine, so it must have just been the horrible beers they chose to put on tap. After a while we got annoyed with the uncomfortable seating and moved to a low table right by the door. Obviously a mistake because the door slammed even louder over there. We had another person join us and order a margarita. Easily the best thing we had that night. We ordered some "deviled eggs" off their Vegan menu and they were rubbery and bland. By then, we had enough and were ready to just give this place money and go. Of course it took forever to get our check and get our money taken. Always seems like the case when you want to not be at a place anymore. But we weren't the only ones not wanting to be there. The whole night we kept watching a dog, who I assume is the owner's, who was obviously scared and uncomfortable. He kept walking around with his tail tucked and wouldn't approach anyone and kept trying to hide under the empty center table. I felt SO bad for him the whole time. It was too loud and busy for him to be in there and he obviously hated it. I hope that they stop allowing this for his safety at least.
My trip here was exactly a month ago and I know now that their tap list is more full than when I went there, but they always tend to have a beer or brewery misspelled on their beer list which drives me crazy. If you are going to respect the craft, respect the places enough to not misspell these beers that people have put their hard work into! Just saying...
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