Dingy, Dark and full of Dudes.
At one time this was the happening place, at that time the Carolina Panthers were in the Superbowl. Since then this Bar has not changed. Fresh, lively competition just around the corner at the newly revamped Central Avenue area has put Jackalope Jacks where they belong. Worn out decor, sticky table tops and the stale stench of spilled beer remind you why its no longer the 7th street favorite. This is not the place to take a date nor to find one. If your idea of getting SH$t faced on a weeknight then this may be your spot. On several occasions I have witnessed patrons so "smashed" they could barely stand up on their own and still getting served. The only positive is that the food is an 8/10. Waitstaff and bartender's are "burnt" out" and plain clothed with little personality. I advise you to not use the TouchTunes music system. Our song's were in the queue when they decided it was time to switch every tv in the place to the basketball game - they were never played after nor were we re-imbursed. The second time we played songs we had 4 in line with one playing when a waitress takes a remote and stops one of our songs then skips 2 of our songs because a random Drunk guy wants to hear his rap song next - again, we were never compensated and the Bartender "Kelly" was rude about it. She went from Mrs. Nice to Mrs. I don't give a crap since her Boyfriend with Pork chop side-burns sat at the corner as to be her security guard all in all while he checked out girls at the Bar. This place is obviously struggling for business and the evening crowd is mostly gross drunk dudes trolling for anything with boobs.
I will not be back - too many other choices around the corner that know how to run a restaurant and hire staff with upbeat personalities. Ugghh...