Walking into Harry's Bar during the torrential rain this afternoon, I felt like I was walking into a frat-party, and that's not a good thing in my book.
Next to us was a group of men in their late 20s acting like they were in their late teens - hitting each other in the arm, commenting about their sexual conquests and loudly proclaiming that "they are so drunk", followed by group hi-fiving. I know, it's that bad.
To top it off, the Mojito one friend had was sub par as was my irish coffee. For the prices they charge, I expected much better.
Needless to say, I won't be back.
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