This is exactly what I thought bars were like when I was a kid.
This place is divey, like a dirty Cheers without the studio audience. The only music comes from the lone jukebox. Seating is strewn about the place and lower than it looks. The bar staff is friendly and the customers are talkative. It's your perfect bar. No pretension, just a bunch of people, looking for a good drink and a warm place to enjoy it.
The wings are straight out of a costco bag (breaded in a factory far far away and flash frozen), but the suicide was hot enough to make me remove my cardigan, which gives this place some points. Anyway, you don't come here for the food. You come here to forget about a girl. A girl who you would have married when you were young, if pride hadn't made you turn your back on your last chance at true love, a long, long time ago.
I'll be back, if only because I found the best place to stare wistfully into space over a cold pint.