No head for drink? Then hand over $20 for puke insurance: if you barf, staff'll clean up. Otherwise, you're on your own at this darkly chaotic bar; 'The Happiest Place on Earth', they bill it, and with good reason. The music is loud, whether from the impeccably punkish jukebox or the regular bands, and the vibe is welcoming. Specialities include Ass Juice ($3 each, three for $11) and bacon martinis (no one's ever had two). Beers are a better bet.