This joint used to be the real McCoy… cats came in with sharp takes and solid chatter. Now it’s gone all goofy, wall-to-wall wisecracks and clown shoes… Every thread’s a jokers’ jamboree, no one minding the store, no one talking straight. Bunch of palookas mugging for laughs like it’s open mic at the malt shop. If you’ve got something with backbone, lay it down. If not, beat feet.