I don't own any Lularoe and I don't work at Epic, and both of those seemed to be requisite for enjoyment of this self-service wine bar. If you aren't a soccer mom or a yuppie, you might feel as out of place as I did in a winebar named after sisters, one of whom shares her nickname with farting.
But hey, I do like wine. After I figured out how the fuck to get it out of the servomechanism in which it was stuck.