It's a frat bar where for $10 on Monday, a little person named "Manboy" (sidenote: do not google image his name on a work computer, learn from my mistakes) comes down a pole, walks on the bar in a costume, and pours shots down your throat. Nothing in your wildest dreams, could be more messed up than this. They even sell Manboy bobbleheads.
Did you notice I called him a "little person"? That's because I'm a sensitive person. The rest of the peeps in here for "midget madness" are not. Hey, I'm only a foot taller and I gots some T Rex arms and the last thing I want to do for employment is shove a nozzle of jager down some screaming frat boys throat and pretend to enjoy that sh**. To be honest, judging by the look on his face I think he might want to go postal and torch the place.
I could only tolerate this place for one drink. I'll give them kudos for the impressive drafts on tap, a diverse tequila selection, but I had to run out of there before they got the idea I could be "Womengirl" behind the bar.