Blah everyone always wants to go to Mike and Molly's when Guido's and Blind Pig and Boltini and Cowboy Monkey are too full (that makes it, what, the fifth best bar in Champaign?) and I always get sad because it is so gross in there. I guess maybe I was turned off the first time I went there when there were two port a potties, like, scaffolded on to the front of the building and like some homeless guys living in there? That pretty much sums up the mike and molly's ambience for me, perma porta potties with homeless guys living in them.
They have a really, really great booze selection; a million beers, awesome bartenders every time I've been there, and a ZERO skank factor, but the grime is too much for me. Even downstairs. I went up stairs for the first time last night, hoping that when I got up there it was going to be some kind of comfortable hipster paradise, but instead I was just faced with a bunch of bacterial colonies in the shape of barcoloungers.