The piano bar seemed like a perfect choice for an evening with old friends - across the street from the hotel, near some good restaurants for dinner, and what's better than a rowdy sing-along with good friends. And at the start, that's exactly what we found - a female musician who was terrific at warming up the crowd and had a great voice to boot, and a male musician with great facial expressions and decent talent. About 30 minutes into the night, though, another guy took the girl's place. I couldn't decide what I hated most - the homophobic jibes, the random choruses of "the slut, the bitch, the whore" thrown into unrelated songs, or his lack of actual knowledge or talent (which he tried to cover up for by pulling out more crass comments). I thought that the night might recover when the girl came back with a bass (at which she was pretty good), but then that same guy pulled out an electric guitar, and cranked up the amp to the point where nobody in the room could hear a friend from less than a foot away (hello hearing loss). Combine that with the slow service, and we walked out the door without a regret.