Are we a bunch of suckers or what? The hours here are completely undependable, the crowd’s a crapshoot (punks on the weekdays, prepsters on weekends), and there’s no sink in the men’s room. But there’s something about this place (and the signage) that charms our socks off. But only during the week. We’re not about to pay a cover—we’d rather spend our money in the photo booth.