WOW! I stopped in here at about 10:30am on a Saturday morning. I was on my way to pick up my daughter from the airport and I get a message saying her flight was delayed. Hmm...Bloody Mary?! I think YES! I Yelp'd BAR and up came Royale Lounge. I pulled in 4 minutes later and was greeted by a straight faced grouchy woman. I asked her how she made her Mary's and she responded with a "How-dare-you-ask-me-Why-do-you-want-to-know-I-know-what-I'm-doing" attitude. (I ask because I like extra lime, easy tabasco) I looked around while I was waiting for Groucho to serve up my Bloody Mary and I thought the set up was kind of weird. Cheap claw machine, beat up stools...Then I noticed a little girl, maybe about 4 years old or so, sitting at the bar eating Cup O Noodles and a bag of Cheetos. Mom (?) was to the right of her (but was smoking outside when I walked in) and Dad (?) was to the right of mom. Not to judge anyone's parenting style, but shouldn't the child be watching Saturday morning cartoons, playing at the park or call me crazy...ANYWHERE BUT IN A BAR?! Forget the fact it's only 10am and the kid is eating a crappy breakfast, but lets focus in on the fact the kid is in a BAR. A DIVE BAR. Watching her parents/guardians suck down booze on a Saturday morning. The child ended up getting off the bar stool and proceeded to run around the place. So on top of me feeling super duper uncomfortable with the fact there's a child in a dingy dive bar, now I feel like I'm at a fucking park with all the commotion! I paid for my 1 drink and got the hell out of there. I won't ever step foot in that dump again.