So here's the situation. Browns just lost to the Steelers. I have on a Browns shirt on and my boyfriend has on a Steelers jersey. We sit, we wait... and wait and wait. Not served because of his shirt? Really.
Meanwhile a customer buys us a shot and says "you know what it feels like to go to the playoffs. Plus they aren't serving you." He even knew they weren't serving us.
Finally we say... hey can we get a beer to the bartender. She turns from her little sugar free Red Bull with an attitude and acts like we just ruined her night for asking her to do her job.
The interior of this place looks awesome. The pizza looked good. I really had good expectations for it. But we stopped in on this particular visit for a beer while traffic cleared out, something that was waaaaay too difficult for this bar. I just want a beer. If you can't do that right on a Sunday night, we've got problems... no wait, you've got problems.