You can do better, but no one in this bar can. The rape den downstairs is densely packed and smoldering hot. While the bar tenders are working hard and having fun they are focused on pitting half a shot in those 3 dollar cocktails. The floor is covered in broken class from drunks dropping glass bottle and cups. While the bar back was clearing bottles from ledges the glass on the floor stayed there and multiplied through the night. I stepped on one and this rock of glass was so big I nearly lost my footing. While seeking cooler refuge I pushed my way to the door while having my ass grabbed repeatedly. Upstairs is much cooler and less crowded. The bar tenders even put come drank in your drink, if you catch my drift. However both floors feature the stylings of a lazy dj who is playing premixed top 40 or some classic 90 ( red hot chilli peppers, spice girls) spliced with dub step. No creative all perdictable and rather out of synced
If you venture here be dangerously drunk with thick shoes on.