I'm alone and I connect to the wifi available and I'm catching up with an influx of emails. After a short while, the bartender passes me a shot of Jager. I look up and a patron at the end of the bar yells for me to get off the damn phone and take the fucking shot with him and three others. Minor Threat blares, drinks are pouring, a heavily intoxicated girl gives me her entire beer, and I learned what "to arm" someone means. This bar rules.