Sporty and classy are pretty far apart on the descriptive spectrum. Why then, Ainsworth, would you try to combine the two to create this sad, sad establishment: the upscale sports bar? The convergence of chandeliers and plasma screens draws a crowd of young professionals who have convinced themselves their days of douchebaggery are behind them. They're wrong. It's still there, lurking underneath the ill-fitting suits, just like the Ainsworth's sports bar heart is somewhere underneath all of that fancy exposed wood. Stop fronting.