When you pull that big, well-insulated door open, and the line of folks at the
bar all crank there necks up to stare at you, but you can't see them 'cause you're momentarily
blinded, you're second guessing yourself for randomly picking this bar.
But once your eyes adjust, and you get your cold can of Rainier, and maybe take a seat
upstairs, you realize you've found a great place to escape and drink.
Much like the Alki Tavern, I never thought this place would last.
Enjoy it while you can.