Hipster heaven, complete with PBR and candy necklaces.  The bartender makes weak drinks and jokes alike.  The random playlist from Gaga to Pantera to bands-I-don't-know lets the average bar-hopper know that Bar 11 is both more eclectic and cooler than you.  I've given this place many tries and it always disappoints.  The Summer Solstice party is a mecca for the unwashed masses in skinny jeans, so I'll pass on by once again.