Reviews

this place never changes...nice convivial hole in the wall joint..calls itself a 'pub' and offers nice variety of brews on tap...see the same two guys behind the bar everytime you go in...very limited three girl…

since i last stopped in (two or three years) my old time fav the entrance has been moved from the main drag out front to the alley on the side...and booze is now available from…

stopped in for the second time in 25 years (if the joint hasn't been there that long it sure as hell looks like it)...there's simply no overwhelming draw here and it's in a remote spot…

if you're jonesing for a nice moderate amount of attention (even a degree of inattention)and the cheapest possible dances in a congenial environment you'd be hard-pressed to do better than this overlooked outpost...no daytime cover,…

surprisingly empty @ 4pm but before your beverage is opened the sirens will be swarming out of the woodwork for the familiar dolla-dolla assault, and though costly, it may be the best part of the…

Had to stop in on the last weekend of this legendary club's existence...though it was never really my cup...i certainly appreciated its unique ambiance and offerings...if you had money to burn and a taste for…

Last two visits have been lackluster. There are only two real reasons for stopping in here--self-loathing or to get "serviced." The first is always a lock, the second has become more questionable.
Couple of the better…

Sometimes you drive an hour and a half (fortunately there was another reason to be in the area too)and immediately realize the length of time it'll take you to consume the beer will be about…

Other than agreeing that this is one grimey little dive, reviews for this place-including my own-have been wildly divergent; which simply points out that it is, in fact, one extremely HIT or MISS joint. If…

Since I remember this place twenty years ago, it's like stepping into a time machine that's a little (or lot) worse for wear. Counted exactly ten PLs @ 7pm. It's as dark and depressing as…

A veritable Hall of Horrors on a sleepy almost day before T-Day afternoon. Endured a roster of five or six 'dancers' of dick-shriveling pathos before fleeing with my last shred of self-respect. My ATF's…

sparse crowd @ 4:30 in the aft. The innumerable vultures wasted no time descending in an instantaneous, brutal assault. Burned through twenty dollars in five minutes, making the (re)acquaintance of Kianni, April, Ellie, Vera, Kelly,…