Found myself here with a large group of college friends on a reunion, and I would gladly eat a bucket of hot monkey puke before stepping foot in the place again. I wish I could attest to how poor the beer and food are, but I wasn't given the opportunity to sample them. Instead I spent ten minutes trying to get the attention of the bartender who appeared to ingest anabolic steroids in the manner that others eat Tic-Tacs, serving no one and pointedly ignoring me while preening a ridiculous haircut that brought to mind a commercial for Pubis by Loreal. The women servers were gorgeous, by the way, but appeared to be every bit as incompetent and indifferent as the crotch-headed troglodyte behind the bar. Unless you have a pathological schoolgirl fetish, stay far, far away.