Though I haven't been in a long time, Maduro has the distinct pleasure of taking my GI Bill money during my last semester of college. I think it single handedly dropped my grade in Philosophy of Law from an A to a B. But hey, the cushy couches, tasty wine, and hot bartender were enough to keep me coming back. I don't remember who the guy was who played every friday night, but he was pretty good too! I should go back again.
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