I went here on a Friday night. Don't ask me why. I hate being touched and I have a social phobia, so agreeing to be a DD for my friends that night was kind of a terrible mix.
However! The company I kept prevented me from hyperventilating and having a panic attack when we entered a throng of bubblegummers. Everyone was having a good time dancing to the house mix the DJ was spinning, and a group of cops clearing the way made it easy to find a spot on the bar. The bartenders were indeed, fast and attentive.
-2 points for the stompy girl with the big hair in the wife beater that kept trying to push me out of the way with her Carlton-esque dance moves. Gurrrrl, my friend was so not in to you and... you dance like Alfonso Ribeiro in an un-ironic sort of way. No es bueno.