I'm not destroying this shady bumhole amazing place. Just expanding and renovating it. I mean, seriously, the stools are made out of papier-mâché, there is at least a three-inch layer of grime and peanuts covering everything in here, the beer tastes like the ash of burning dreams with a pint of orphan tears, and we barely have enough room for 6 people! Heck, even the cobwebs here have cobwebs and I'm sure I heard cries for help coming from inside the one toilet in the back!