Elle T.
Yelp
I fucking love metal. And I fucking love dives. Like, looooove. But wtf, this place is BIZARRE. First of all, I was greeted at the door with an INSANE person -- this old man (a regular) with long hair, who accused me of trying to "insult" his bike (?) and then steal it -- while trying to lock up my own bike. He relentlessly lit into me, making wholly false accusations, and got in my face, til my very tall friend stepped in.
Upon entry, I looked at the bouncer, who witnessed me getting harassed, showed him my ID, and said, "whoa, that was intense," and he just stared at me in silence, like, "your problem, not mine."
Then, I went inside, and the bartender was too busy listening to the crazy dude's BS story about me trying to steal his bike, to get me a drink. I just stood there directly beside both of them, politely WAITING for him to stop talking shit about me, so I could get a drink. Then, everyone at the bar was looking at me like Satan reincarnate.
Next, I sat down with my cyclist friends -- enjoying chatting and naming the songs playing: Motorhead, Megadeth, Elvis Costello, Nirvana, Melvins -- and an arrogant bro with a mohawk SITS at my table (also a regular?) and starts talking about how he owns three Saturn cars, how he was the architect for "the tallest building in San Jose" (which he repeated multiple times), and then proceeds to be rude AS FUCK to one of the women at the table, who was trying to be friendly to him. The unmerited entitlement and conceit. And issues with women. And yet... HE WOULDN'T STFU, OR GO AWAY.
And then, every time I buy a round for my friends, and try to say hello to the bartender and connect, I got a bit of a cold shoulder, like give me your money and bugger off.
Now, I swear, I'm a decent and polite human -- I tip, I'm good at reading a scene, and I know my way around a dive. But, I'll be damned, if this place wasn't rife with assholes. Like, people who go out of their way to be dicks.
I REALLY wanted to love this place -- I still do -- I thought the music and bar was rad. But the people. God. The people would rather hate on each other. So, if getting unsolicited attacks by self-righteous jerks all night is your thing, then maybe this is your bar.