There are no chairs here, just stools. Plenty of metal diamond-plate adorns the walls, and the bartender hands out ear plugs to those who ask for them. The nightly crowd is young, restless and amped up on Red Bull or Roaring Lion. Only the fish in a huge saltwater tank are nonchalant as the tweeters begin to shriek and the woofers throb.
Dining/club deals may be available for this establishment at the CW Store here.