I was initially unimpressed walking into this bar, seemed like a standard dive. My workload is such that I couldn't try the Ass juice but will have to give it a roll when things get calmer.
So after standing around unimpressed for about ten minutes, things got more interesting when I heard a guitar getting sound checked. Somebody actually playing a real instrument without the aid of computers! I didn't think anybody did that kind of thing anymore. I have been deprived for so long of somebody performing with heart that I was instantly hooked when these punker gals from San Pedro started jamming. Now, I didn't connect too well with their ode to tweakers but I will lend an ear to anybody who plays their guts out, and play they did.
I liked the no bullshit crowd of folks who wanted to get their drink on and rock out and I will dare to say that this tiny saloon seems to carry on a genre long lost in what is mostly indie LA.