This place would be pretty cool if you're into neighborhood places that appeal to locals and regulars. Not a great beer selection, but you wouldn't necessarily expect it in a place like this. The two problems I have is that 1) the black Mr. Clean seems to go out of his way to treat you like you aggravate him. He's such a joke that you can't help but chuckle when he is making an effort be rude to you. This guy is a perfect example of a human caricature. 2) I've been in there with a friend visiting me from out of state twice. Once in March 2011 when I was charged $225. I attributed the exorbitant tab to my friend's likely generosity in buying other patrons' drinks. He's like that. It wasn't until I was back there with a different friend in September 2011 that I realized something more sinister had occurred. My tab at that time was $375. For two people drinking bottles of Coors Light! On the following Monday, I called to ask why the tab had been so much. The waitress, her name is Andrea and she looks like Ron Pearlman, tried to convince me that I was buying $10 glasses of wine for women in the bar. "You probably don't remember," she said. Oh, I remember alright! I'll also remember never to return.