I'd be careful of getting ripped off by the drunk owner that lives up stairs. Her crownies, the bartenders, obey her every psychotic demand! The place reminds me of a stinky ashtray in some Quintin Taritino flick, except if the barstaff turned into vampires, it'd be an upgrade. Of course, they all know, unfortunately, there's not much choice! My advice: drive to AH or Cheney.
Pros: It's close
Cons: It stinks