I'd been going to the Roadhouse since Brad opened it... Day One. Lucy was tending bar (I think that was her name, cool ass chick) and it was a cool little secret... then the morons from Scotty startin rollin in and for a short time it was douche central. But it corrected itself and the 30K millionaires left. I no longer live there but every time I come back, it's the only place I go.
The jukebox... well, what's there to say that the whole area hasn't said. The bathrooms are atrocious and I wouldn't have it any other way. I like the outdoor area (no clue how long that's been opened but I like being able to go outside.
Great dive bar that's not a faux dive bar. This place is the real deal. Go, leave the Nieman wardrobe at home and have fun.