You know for those kids born pre 1988 lets say, the green room was the place you could get into, off the beaten track, get a cheap drink, and probably not be bothered by the fact that maybe most ppl were underage.
As this genre of kids grew up, No one writes to the Colonel became a decent enough substitute as the barrage of douche bars took over.
I love that it's a cheap place to drink, you don't have to worry about what you're wearing, you can casually plan to make your way down there and enjoy being right at the border of the annex and little italy.
This place has become a regular spot for me, and i'm happy to see that the bouncers (who i have to say are really friendly) take capacity seriously now. It was annoying for a little bit this past year when they would cram up the place. But that seems to no longer be an issue.