5 /5 J Santana: What a hidden gem. I gave it 4 stars for food —not because the food wasn’t great (it is), but because I’m a fat boy with a bottomless pit for a stomach and I want bigger portions. Feed me like it’s my last meal, please and thank you.
At first glance, I thought this was a biker bar and almost turned around—until I caught a whiff of the food and heard someone singing Whitney Houston like their rent depended on it. I walked in and never looked back.
The staff? Top-notch. They remembered my order even after I hadn’t been in for months. Meanwhile, I forget my passwords every day, so clearly they’re wizards. Also, the staff is attractive enough to be in a CW drama, and somehow they still manage to hustle while every table is trying to flirt with them.
The crowd is WILD—in the best way possible. One minute youre next to a group of retired regulars, the next it’s college kids, then a table of tech bros, and then someone who looks like they wandered out of a Marvel casting call. It’s like karaoke night at Epcot meets a Quentin Tarantino movie.
Seriously, if you want an unpredictable, hilarious, and surprisingly wholesome night out with good food and better stories, go here. Bring your friends. Or don’t. You’ll probably leave with some.
