The bartenders are hot (especially that tiny ball of assmaster energy, mulleted and rough enough to scare the boys – you know who you are). The drinks are boozey if you know someone, and the lines are usually packed enough that the Darwinian grab is generally offset by a chance for a friendly chat. Throw in punk rock karaoke, a possible Roller Girl brawl, and a hidden bar in the back, and too cool for school just made the grade.
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