A hangover is the wrath of grapes.
Upon passing through both doors you find yourself among the dregs of society.
Grizzled men and beat looking women line the bar and pool table.
The bathroom has the customary graffiti. Drinks are cheap and the music is a mix of rock, pop and country all somewhat dated.
You could get laid here if you dare as it is frequented by both a gay and straight crowd. I have actually witnessed a stabbing out front between two patrons one New Years Day.
Another night the bar had just closed when the barkeep stuck his head out the door and called over a hooker and banged her in a chair with the lights off.