Conversations with weirdos, cheap beer, big round booths, giant patio, within walking distance of my apartment.
This is pretty much what it takes to make me re-visit a bar. I have, and will continue to, no matter what.
The last time I was there someone played so much At the Drive-In on the jukebox I thought I was transported back in time to 2000 when I'd wear studded belts constantly. Those were the days.