Essentially, this place is "Party Foul light" during the week. Sure it's dingy and sure it's cramped, but that's just the spot. Love it or leave it.
I was here the other night for my second time and I dug it. What to say about this place... cheap beer in cheap pitchers, a solid pool table, DJ's with choice taste, and a machine bolted to the restroom wall that dispenses pornographic stickers from the 80's. The interior looks like some sort of post-apocalyptic, bombed out Tiki hut. Sounds like a good time, and it is. The crowd here is pretty diverse, although it's mostly hipsters though (remember: Party Foul light). If you're lucky, you'll see some characters that look like they're out of a Bukowski or Hunter S. Thompson story and that definitely adds to the spice of the place.
I saw a woman there that had to be at least in her late sixties that looked like she dug her way out of a halfway house with a spoon. Once the DJ played a Curtis Mayfield song she started dancing and didn't stop throughout the whole time I was there. Using that image as a metaphor best describes this place: an old soul that's still young at heart.