Wicked Willy's is a frat boy's wet dream; each room of the bar is devoted to a different douche-specific desire. In the main room there's a bar where you can get Miller Light for a dollar, and where two types of entertainment are simultaneously available: karaoke courtesy of tipsy, tone-deaf women and on better (or worse?) nights, a stripper pole for aspiring exotic dancers. If you tire of watching boozed-up, uncoordinated women acquire bruises, you can always head to the beer pong table in the back room. Did we mention that this is all occurs under a ceiling heavily draped in pirate decorations? We can't explain.