The first thing you’ll notice walking into this place is the bar is on fire – but save your rejoicing, it’s just a show. The bar is in business still, so resignedly order what will hopefully be the drink that sends you on a one-way trip to Forgetsville, Texas. But wait – that bus ain’t coming. It’s popped a flat, the jack’s broke and the spare’s being used as a keg holder in a rest stop in Illinois. You’re left necking drinks, watching the white guys trying to score while a muted MTV2 plays on the projection screen. This, you think, is what hell must be like.
