text: Ok, so I show up on a Sunday night (a.k.a. Valentine's Day in most of the Western world) to grab a drink with some friends, walked in the door and was greeted by three small children running for the door. If I were drinking something at the time, would have definitely done a spit take. My thought process: Kids? Bar? Then, why wasn't I allowed to go to a bar as a 6-year old? I felt momentarily robbed.\n\nThere was definitely some kind of party going on, lots of balloons everywhere, country/western music blasting from the DJ booth. Lots of locals without a lot of teeth who got down with their bad selves on the dance floor, with a side of some Paco Paco holdovers wearing exotically printed tight dresses standing their ground. Drinks (premium) were $5.50, and were incredibly tiny. We stayed long enough to finish my miniature drink and headed out. Might give it another try when it isn't kid's birthday/Paco Paco Valentine's day/dancing toothless locals/Country/Western night. Maybe.