Maybe I just came on a bad night. Twice. But I like to see my cousin's band play on the weekends when I can. But seriously, the bartending staff needs an attitude adjustment. Just because it's too loud to understand the tab instructions the first time doesn't mean I need someone to come out from behind the bar, scream in my face (exactly what, I couldn't understand), and literally throw my credit card at me. And she scratched out the tip area on my receipt just for good measure! Like this was a likelihood, a tip. Not that being busy would be a justification for this, but I was one of three people at the bar. I'm about as chilled out as they come. I'm still seriously wondering what happened that night, or better yet what SHE thinks happened that night. I'll certainly be back to see Edgewater, but you can bet they're not getting any more beer money from me. That was scary.
Cons: Self-important bartender(s)