Ok so the bar looks decent but the bartender has the mixology knowledge of an abstinent Buddhist monk.
THE BACKYARD! you're basically invited to sit in this establishment's trash can. Dirty, broken moldy benches. You get live music from the AC/generator/ice box = I really don't know, something was generating too many decibels for sanity. There was so much green painted around that my brown shoes reflected a grassy color! Seriously, that experience was surreal, I seriously though my drink was spiked.
Take your business elsewhere, I don't see why you'd have to put up with all this and still pay good money for it. Perfect place to recommend to your much hated in-laws.
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