If you rue the typical college crowd - with self-loathing women and self-loathing (disguised as overly pompous and loud) men - then you need to avoid this place like it's the  next outbreak of SARs. No, it's worse than that. Picture a half-interested and slow bartender taking your order while you're stuck listening to the worse pretend hair band you've ever heard, covering some rock songs you forgot existed. Pour some sugar where? \n\nImagine the drinks making your stomach kick itself 1,700 times in a row, until you have to excuse yourself to go to the restroom, which is one of the smallest and most uncomfortable places you could be. I'd rather be stuffed in a trunk. \n\nImagine people clamboring to climb onto the bar so they can \"dance\" with the music, singing at the top of their lungs. Ow, that's my hand you just stepped on!\n\nYes, it gets worse. It's not like you can just leave, although you want to, don't you? I mean, you *just* ordered a drink after paying a silly $5 cover. So, you try to tough it out. But, let's face it, life's too short to be miserable. You can bail, if you want to. That's what I did.