Top first impressions of this seaside bar: old, dirty, and not worth my money.

The bar is a loud combination of music and laughter as we stroll up to a podium only to find a handwritten sign that reads “seat yaself, we don’t care where ya sit.”

Allie leads the way through the sweaty crowd and I’m more than relieved when she picks out a hightop away from the madness.

“Well, this is definitely different.” I plop on the stool across from her, looking ...