Oh my goodness, this place is so bad it's almost funny.\n\n1. The alcoholic slushies somehow manage to have a rancid ether-like smell and to have seemingly no alcohol in them at the same time. They also taste strongly of food coloring. I could barely finish mine, which was highly recommended by the waitress.\n\n2. A friend of mine took one bite of his \"cheesesteak\" and didn't touch it again. I can only assume it was inedible. I hedged my bets and got chips and a trio of dips: salsa, spinach and artichoke, and \"homemade\" cheese sauce. I thought, how bad can this be? To hedge further, I asked the waitress if the cheese was actually made in house. \"Um I don't know, I don't work in the kitchen.\" I would have prompted her to go find out, but I figured again (unwisely), how bad can it be? \n\nHere's a breakdown of how bad it was: the chips were stale. The salsa had a strangely off taste and smell...almost as though it was borderline bad. I took a few bites just to be sure, and my date did too. Yup. Something is wrong. The spinach and artichoke dip had a distinct freezer note. And the cheese sauce.  Ohh the \"homemade\" (it said so on the menu!!) cheese sauce.  I would bet my firstborn that pool of fetid yellow rubber was not conjured in house. If it was, holy crap, these people need to fire their cooks.\n\n3. We were in the quiet part of the bar, relatively speaking, and it was still fairly noisy. After sometime around 9:30-10, someone turned up the music so loud we were shouting over it. We settled our bill and got the heckfire out of there.\n\nNot many places raise my ire to scathing one-star levels, but Wet Willies did in a big way (this is probably abundantly clear). The real tragedy is that it seems like people consider this a fun place to hang out with decent daiquiris. I can only thank God I'm not in the drink-my-face-numb phase of my life anymore, if this is how the young'uns get it done in Charlotte.