Once upon a time there was a bar like no other called McCloons. Honest to god you had 3 choices, light beer, dark beer, and whiskey that’s it. Nothing but long black wooden benches with no cushions, a leaky roof and a bar tender that didn't judge. This was a real mans bar and a sanctuary for cool and tough people alike ... oh almost forgot the 10 cent wings. I can’t stress enough, this was a real mans bar.

Being that no ladies would ever walk into this mans bar you can imagine this place was on its last legs around month 6. so here comes waterzool ( what's a waterzool?) basically they patched the roof , put red cushions on all the seats ( supposedly to prevent splinter ass ) and yes a hot chicky bar tender who is more then happy to serve waffles at any hour before last call.

I went to waterzool after a band practice. Thinking this place too high class for my taste, I was actually hesitated but I figured any place that has a stiff drink is ok by me. It was kind of late but the bar tender just seemed happy to be there. She was quick to offer a waffle of all things at 1:30 in the am with ice cream and fruit toppings. A couple of beers later my final opinion was “eh I can live with out splinter ass “so I give waterzool 5/HARDCORES.

HARDCORE NOTE...as soon as I figure out what 5/HARDCORES mean I’ll let you know.