Buckheads: Come for the shitty cover band, stay because you paid $5 to get in.

I actually liked this bar the first time I went to it. Then I ran out of free passes. The former BAR Milwaukee property tries it's best, but in the end, it comes up short. The next few times I went, I was subjected to live music by a shitty cover band. I thought that maybe that I had just gone on the wrong night, until I returned several times and realized that the same band was there every time. Now that in of itself wasn't really what pissed me off, it was the fact that I had paid $5 to listen to these assholes play. Putting the shitty music asside, the crowd was the next thing that pissed me off. It consisted mostly of fake-id sporting typical blond wannabe sorority whores. And some actual sonority whores. And as far as they were concerned, this was the greatest bar that had ever existed in the history of the universe, aside from Rain. (more on that next week) In terms of the guys, 80% beefcake frat boys complete with all the accessories. Backwards Cubs/Texas hat, flip flops, and Abercrombie/American Eagle polo. In terms of drinks, nothing out of the ordinary. Although the $20 minimum for credit cards didn't sit well with me. For some reason, this place has tables you can "reserve". I'm not really certain why a place like this has a VIP section, but what do I know. Non-Drinking fun includes a pool table where you can watch dickbags try to impress girls with their billiard skills, and a upper bar right next to the shit-band. The staff was fine I guess. They are just kind of there. They may as well be robots dispensing pre-measured drinks. All in all, the only way I would ever go to this bar again would be if the alternative was walking home in the snow from the airport. If for some reason I ever do end up there again and I here the cover band play 'Wonderwall' or 'Sweet home Alabama' again, someone's getting shot.