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| - Ed T., I weep for the days when there were no frat boys, and this was an amazingly undiscovered gem of non-douchyness in Champaign. You're dead on though - rock the mug club, go for your low number now!
Unfortunately, the place is always PACKED now, full of idiots, and it's impossible to get a table and have a decent time. I have lots of fond memories - filling the place half way up with 10 people on a basketball weekend, just hanging out all night. Now we have to fend off French people trying to hit on group member's fiancees (not a joke) and dodge popped collars. We've pretty much given up. It's not a two star because I remember the glory days.
One standout moment - to the two dudes in head to toe Carhart and stocking caps who obviously selected Scissor Sister's "Don't Feel Like Dancin'" from the jukebox, and then hid in the bathroom until the music came on? We were standing by the dart boards when you came out of there, slowly robot-ing your way across the floor, so incredibly focused on your dance that you didn't crack a smile, didn't even make eye contact with other patrons. Maybe, seriously, the funniest thing I have ever seen. Thank you for a memory that never fails to make me smile.
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