Jojo M.
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This joint might be cool for live music, but on Saturdays between 12:30-1:00 PM, it's deader than a graveyard after a zombie apocalypse. Aside from a few senior citizens sipping beer at the counter, the vibe is ridiculously chill - I'm talking coma-inducing, snore-fest, wake-me-up-when-it's-over kind of chill. I swung by for lunch, got a menu, and waited a whopping 10 minutes to order a drink while seated at a table, which is just enough time to contemplate the meaning of life. The waitress seemed a bit out of it - I'm pretty sure she was having an out-of-body experience, or maybe she was just bored out of her mind. I ordered chicken fingers and fries, but the weird smell in the place killed my appetite faster than a bad pun at a comedy club. I ate half my meal and then paid 25 bucks and change, which is just enough to make me question my life choices. Yeah, I won't be back, unless I'm looking for a cure for insomnia, in which case, Hamilton's just my jam.