Drinks so strong you'll think the pour spout fell off while making the damn thing.
If you dont mind this, you are more than likely here for a purpose. I would assume this purpose is to wake up tomorrow and not remember a damn thing. And this can be accomplished pretty quickly here at Mondays. I mean I know drinkers who pride themselves on not puking due to rapid alcohol consumption that have puked on the machine that dispenses candy in this joint. Dont push it.
There are around 5 dartboards in the back, blocking the way to both bathrooms and the exit to the smoking patio. Try not to hit someone, or try to hit that cute girl in the butt on her way to the john, your choice.
Internet juke and ATM located around the corner from the entrance as you step in, right below the taxidermied deers head. Decor is pictures of old people you dont know, doing things that appear to have been fun at the time (ex. pictures on a golf course).
WARNING: Do not play Shania Twain on the jukebox (not even "Gonna Getcha Good"!!!), the old white-haired man who may be the owner (but I dont give an F if he is!!) has no soul. He will turn it off with his jerky "skip song" button behind the bar. He will give your money back, but what a turd!
Worth at least one visit in your life. I myself have probably made over 100 and loved every single one of them. My favorite was probably the night I ended up on my back on the floor under the aforementioned deers head playing air guitar to the Strokes' "12:51". Try and top it.