I went here as the third wheel of my coupled friends to play pool in a dive bar as ironic hipsters do. They claim the've got the only pool table in the area.
We approached the bartender and asked for a cue ball for the pool table. She kindly gave us their remaining ball and reminded us to return it later - the other two balls had been stolen, likely by their fine clientele. "The sticks are by the table. Enjoy - and don't give her any chances", she jokingly advised, pointing at the girl among us.
Looking at the beers on tap, she suggested we pick Budweiser as the other two were "not fresh". So we got our 75% full pitcher of Budweiser and head to the pool table.
Moments later I took a sip of the foulest beer I've ever had. It tasted and smelled like cheese and yeast to me - and meat according to my friend. Before this, I had never been concerned about the 'freshness' of the beer I've been served. Not at any bar in any country I've been.
The bartender could not deny the Budweiser was unfit for consumption and offered us a round each (actually two beers before I demanded a bottle each for the three of us) in return.
Other than the fact that there is a working pool table and one visit creates a tragic story to tell friends, this bar has no redeeming value. I'd say it's one Meatweiser-related botulism death away from going out of business and quickly turning into a vegan sandwich shop or vape lounge. If you feel gentrification benefits a neighbourhood, the inevitable fate of Chez Pierre transforming into literally anything else would be a prime example.