First coming home was fun and exciting, but i did not have my car since it was in storage in NY so i was almost imprisoned to where i lived. Than i was contacted at work by my friend on my team if i wanted to be a DD for him. i said sure NP for a friend. So we get to this place and the first thing i noticed is the location of this establishment, tucked into a corner of no where in the city. We go in and i could fell the depression and nastiness lingering in the air. The place was filled with the overweight sorry to be alive crowd, and if that was not bad enough the bartender was a complete alcoholic who looked like she only looked forward to drinking her face off at the end of the day, everyday. So between all the overweight women who looked liked they were perspiring pizza grease and watching a 4 hour game go NOWHERE i had a pretty good time. sry turned into a rant but needed to share! has anyone else had experiences like this anywhere?? or is it just in the nature of jacksonville to live in there own grease?