Every city, from New York to Chicago to Los Angeles, has its collection of watering holes that attract an irresponsible number of douchebags. The second you see people dancing to a Flo Rida joint, leave. If the wraparound line outside is full of former frat guys wearing DKNY button-ups and square toe shoes, turn around. If you hear a patron ask the bartender for a "bevy" or "bruski," just shoot yourself in the head. This place is too far-gone and, quite frankly, so are you.