While we didn’t stay long enough to get inebriated to the point of absolutely requiring a stuffed penguin, I can see the appeal, and it’s always good to have options late at night. To the right, a winding corridor runs past two bathrooms that are least intended as single-use (we don’t judge) and a phenomenon I’ve come across only in Florida dive bars, a set of ticket-style arcade games complete with a claw machine.
The transition from dark parking lot to slightly less dark interior is a positive one, with a sprawling, zig-zag of a bar traversing the fullness of the space, with enough spare rooms and offshoots to make you take a second in order to comprehend the layout.
