I went here hoping that, because...

I went here hoping that, because of its name, this would place would be awesome like a Motörhead* song. It was not. It was more like a Winger song. Weak and unsatisfying.<br>

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(*You have no idea how long it took me to find the "ö" key to spell Motörhead properly. Let's just say it was a long time.)<br>

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Before you walk in the door, you get a pretty thorough pat down. I do wish the bouncer would have bought me a drink before getting so familiar. But once you get inside this place you'll realize that there is a lot of thug clientele so it might actually be warranted.<br>