The bartenders wouldn't last five minutes back home.
One of the bands seemed halfway decent the night I was there, but whoever works the sound system should be shot because everything is turned up so loud, the instruments drown out the vocals and vice versa.
There were a few chicks who may or may not have been good looking because of the dim lighting. Some hipsters with skinny jeans and rimmed glasses were scattered throughout the bar. I joined in the hipster fun by partaking in some cheap PBR pounders myself. However, I was actually drinking them rather than sipping on the same one for 2 hours.
And for the dude wearing the Brokeback Mountain jacket, I have to ask, "Are you pitching or catching...?"
If you go, talk to Rico. That's one interesting cat. (Don't worry, you'll instantly know who he is.)