This is not a balanced review. I grew up on the O. My mom and dad would take my siblings and me when we were young.
So forgive me if I don't see what's wrong with the ancient woodwork with thousands of students' names carved into it, the stink of spilled beer, the solid layer of peanut shells left on the floor, the loud drunk patrons, the old beat up video games, or the artery-busting pizzas and burgers. To me, it's home.
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