This is a bar where you come when you don’t necessarily want to see or be seen. I usually come in with my girlfriend when we’re looking for quiet. If you knew that kid in school who had a decent amount of money and their dad had put a bar in the basement, it looks like that. It’s got suspended ceilings with really bright fluorescent lighting. There are also commercial photos of celebrities on the blank white walls–not like people who’ve been here, just random photos of Cagney and Lacey and the cast of Friends and Frank Sinatra. It’s the only bar I’ve ever been to that has nothing on tap; if you’re drinking a beer, it’s coming out of a bottle. The times we’ve been here the TVs are always on–I don’t ever remember hearing music. It’s an intensely local kind of bar, and an odd conglomeration of nondescriptness. It feels like you’re hanging out in somebody’s basement that you don’t know–like you’re invited over and you don’t know the host, that’s what it feels like. It’s not uncomfortable. It’s just a little strange.
