I'm sure this place was magical at some point, but now it's really as obvious and conventional as any other schmo bar. Mainly this is due to the horrendous jukebox that now occupies the main room. I kid you not, I heard selections from Candlebox, Ugly Kid Joe, and Puddle of Mudd. This drowns out the piano player, who is now sequestered in the back room, and it creates the feeling of ""bad Frat bar."" Added to this is the fact that they lie about the history of the place. It has clearly been renovated, with careful attention to making it ""appear"" old, yet everyone, including local tour guides, keep peddling the myth that this is the original real deal. My advice for the owners - ditch the jukebox and let the place get nice and ugly again.
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