There is a mural outside of cat people drinking PBR. There are some craft beers. mostly everyone is chugging PBR crying into their smartphones, looking antisocial and hopeless. smoking up a storm. wearing the same post modern uniform of coolness.
The kitchen is a closet that looks like a torture chamber.
really bad techno bumping on a sat night.
they only take cash and rip you off via ATM fees.
It's tiny like being inside Castro's cigar box.
Enjoy if that's your thing.