The service is slower than Christopher Reeve running the 40 yd dash even on a slow night. The bartender only payed attention to me because I'm cripplingly handsome. I can't imagine how it would be waiting to be served as an average person in this bar.
The bartender slowly chews gum as she drags her feet, wishing she were at a Courtney Love look alike contest for brunettes instead of work.
She poured strong drinks, but I only assume it was to get me drunk so that she could take advantage of my impeccable physique.
At one point, our party of 4 had completely empty drinks and she only offered to refill mine, despite the fact the bar was nearly empty. I know I'm a stud, but if you wanna be my lover, you gotta refill my friends'.
The only reason I'm giving it 1 star is because she wasn't that hot and Larry don't go slummin'