Whatever three bottles you hit, that’s what you’re drinking tonight. You knew Sunday Funday was a bad choice, but you bought eight bottles of Champagne, ripped your shirt off, and got kicked out of here anyway.
That’s okay; we’re sure one of the above-mentioned bars will take you in.
If that doesn’t sell you on how many awful choices you’re about to make here, these next two words will: shot roulette.If going buck wild with glow sticks and aggressively grinding in the middle of Midtown’s biggest dance orgy is your thing, this nightclub is your spot.You’ll regret your 0 bar tab just as much as you regret the 0 public urination ticket you got after accumulating said bar tab. You didn’t start here, but after a pretty outrageous pregame and at least one failed red rover challenge on the streets of Washington, this is where you ended up. The too-easy-to-take-down drinks are only on Tuesdays, making that bar tab the worst decision you’ve ever made on a Tuesday. And were they not expecting you to try and get the crowd to “pour one out for Whitney Houston” after that?Hey, if you’re going to attempt two stepping and riding a mechanical bull at a lawless honky tonk, you’re going to need that pregame. This dive bar with a, let’s just call it "questionable", crowd houses Downtown’s best kept secret. Order one and owner Sunny will have you close your eyes and throw three ice cubes at the shelf of, let’s just call them "questionable", liquors. We still have no idea why the bouncer carried you out.
This sports bar/ frat guy factory has vodka ON TAP, meaning there’s an uncomfortably high chance that you’ll repeat the performance of the bro who recently took the world’s most pointless Uber ride to our next Bad Decision Bar, which is literally right around the corner.
Fact: you will hear LMFAO’s "Shots" song at least six times once you enter, so you’re going to want to make sure you've done some already before you even think about dealing with this place.