text: I do not even know where to start when describing my experience at this Dieselesque Brod out East Carson night spot I realize this place is new but dear lord it is suffering from a serious identity crisis I walked in last week and was immediately drowned out by comically loud club music Generally speaking I do not have any problem with that whatsoever but it was a Monday at around pm and there were maybe other patrons inhabiting this place When I surveyed the scene I saw that the owner I assume he was the owner was basically just giving orders and broing out with his bros over a steady regiment of shooters I also noticed that all the employees seemed to be sauced as well Keep in mind these people clearly are not MENSA members to begin with so a day filled with booze and brostuff likely was not helping already negligible speaking and breathing skills nnTook a look at the menu and some stuff looked interesting One of the supplement addled bros working behind the bar dropped a few brolike adjectives when making his recommendations We got some killer wings and a few sliders Wings were just okay nothing out of the ordinary but certainly not bad The sliders were actually pretty quiche yuengling infused i think nnJust a completely regrettable experience from start to finish I will be charitable and give this exfrat boys trust fund experiment perhaps a large generalization but it really cannot be all that far off an month maximum shelf life nn stars for the sliders and another because the waitress behind the bar was wearing these yoga pants that were just great it was quite literally the only thing stopping me from taking one of the bartenders Winni syringes driving to the north side and facilitating the purchase of a lethal dose of fentanyl laced opiates