We were excited to try Mahall's after hearing about its improved menu and draft list. We arrived on a Monday, for poetry night. Clearly, not your typical bowling alley, with local poets and artists enjoying an open mike night behind a red velvet curtain. Unfortunately, the air of hipster class that might work here is spoiled by terrible tap beer, burnt fries, mediocre burgers and a shortage of guacamole and pretzels on our visit. These things might have been forgiven by the respectable bottle list and cozy horseshoe booths but for the ostentatiously rude bartender that Monday night. Yes, we're all impressed by your trendy glasses and ironic sweater, but what would really be impressive would be a sense of gratitude, even faked, for our business. Dude, I came out on Monday night for burnt fries and mediocre poetry... The least you could do is smile.