"Perhaps Saturday afternoon is not the time to day drink here. Degenerate gamblers with their kids, pool players with their kids, wicked hair hats on the Sun City looking folks, the visually impaired bellied up to the bar, and mullets a go-go. Not sure I have ever witnessed a cross section of people more diverse. It was as if some dude named Noah was given a directive to gather up two of each species of typical dive bar patrons, and throw them in a room together. Not to preserve them, but to just collect them in one place, like a museum of oddities found working at a traveling carnival."