Perhaps the bar's myspace page can give you some insight into this fine establishment:"I am a bar. All my drinks are cheap, my bathrooms are horribly disgusting and small, and my staff is often disagreeable. But I am good. If you don't like it, you can go fuck yourself. No shouting, no dancing and no throwing beer at the bartenders. I don't serve Jagermeister. If you want that shit, take your ass to Penn you funkin joke."
Or how about this review from a satisfied customer: "You are the worst bar in Center City, that one waitress wit the tattoo's and black hair doesnt deserve any of my money unless she is using to go buy Midol, that bitch sucks at life. Quite a disgrace to the service industry, never again will i ever step foot in that shithole if she still works there, have fun being a cunt".
You can't argue with a recommondation like that!
There are plenty of places to go if you want to feel welcomed. This is not one of them.
Check your candy ass mantra; "The customer is always right" at the door before entering.
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