It's at its best early on a weeknight, like most trendy bars. Then you can get a seat and the bartender's undivided attention and enjoy a proper grown up drink. On my first visit I made my usual death threats about plopping a radioactive maraschino cherry into my old fashioned (because yes, I'm probably the kind of douche you imagine). I was dared to accept the dreaded cherry with promises that it was not some neon carcinogenic monstrosity but lovingly preserved in-house. It was a revelation and ever since, this place can do no wrong in my eyes. I tend to avoid it on weekends when it gets overcrowded and insufferable.
Bonus: they have amazing cerulean walls, if you like that kind of thing.