I guess this bartender bro wanted to slowly eat a chicken tender and look at me instead of getting me a drink. Maybe it's because I didn't have a fake rack or a fedora on. Maybe it's because I'm a guy. Maybe it's because I was well behaved. I guess I should've spit on him and quoted a line from "The Hangover". On a saturday night, when someone stands at a bar with a credit card in their hand and tries to make eye contact with the nearest bartender, it's because they need a drink. The female bartenders were helpful, though. The Epicentre is like a special ed class on steroids. I shouldn't have even bothered stating the obvious here..... sorry.