"eat theater. a “the host is not disturbed when they go into” type of space. a “Where has the bartender been in the last ten minutes? they have more employees than customers. oh, hey, it's another bartender, shift change” type of space. a pretty bad $10 glass merlot served in the dirty clean weinglas I have ever seen with visible oily wipes. door and window. world sticky men room floor, complete with flying. all splashed over the front and middle six-tops, how happy hour begins. Here's a cold chaos. Zero stars, plus a star for the proximity of the EV chargers in the hotel. that may sound like a hit, but this place runs to zero of eight cylinders."
