Sometimes, you can learn a lot about a place, or at least its employees, by sitting at the bar. I happened to be placed a few feet away from the POS system, where I read the placeholder names the bartenders assigned to open tabs: Behind Solo Guy. Other Behind Solo Guy. Vest. Weird. Fat Solo Guy.
I'm pretty sure "Weird" had it coming, but I feel badly for "Fat Solo Guy" right now, whomever he was. I guess if you're in the mood for some decent bar bites, a tap list with something for everyone and hidden contempt, you'd do worse than the High Dive. For my part, I'm never going back.