It's tough for me to write a one star review sometimes. I'll try to be brief.\n\nI was somewhat impressed when I first walked in. $1.50 Pabst, a nice guy wearing a snood at the end of the bar, and a small crowd inside. The bartender was nice, but it was all downhill from there. It was dirty, low ceiling-ed, and torn up. A busser's tray laid on the floor to catch the leak in the ceiling and a thick layer of grime was just about everywhere. No such thing as waitstaff. The interior was hot and stuffy, with no opened windows to let in some cool night air.\n\nThe patio outside looks out over the street corner and the high fence makes it feel instead like a prison yard. People are jumping an 8-foot high fence to get in and out, most everyone is drinking from glass bottles despite the (totally unenforced) signs, and people are throwing crap in assorted directions when the bottles are empty. Again, it's dirty. \n\nThe guys here...they're not hipsters. I know hipsters, and they're not like this. These are miscreants who enjoy their negativity and their anger. There's an undercurrent of aggression present that is predatory, yet false at the same time. It's a bro-ness that comes off as similar to a fraternity house, just with a different strata of people. \n\nAvoid. There' are better places to be.\n\nP.S.: Ladies, there was another review on here that mentioned people getting dosed with royphenol and the patrons and staff being indifferent. That indicts everyone in the place. Don't come here; it ain't worth it.