Make sure to smell the bathrooms. The bouquet begins with hints of gangrene and sweaty ballsack, then opens fully to roadkill and syphilitic urine, with notes of sulfur and pestilence on the finish.
Lively atmosphere. Caters to students. House nachos w in-house tortilla chips - chips taste like burnt oil. Seasonal pumpkin soup sloppily garnished. Fried Wings too dry and served on a chipped plate.
Ate here on a Sunday afternoon and I don't think we could have timed it any better. Steelers (my husband's fav) on one tv and Packers (my fav) on the other. Loved the pizza and beer.
Watch out for the bitchy "excuse me" waitress! She'll hit you in the back and push you out of her way while saying excuse me... What a cunt! Also, the owner is a cunt that will steal your table...