It's the kind of bar where people don't try too hard. They stop by in jeans or sweats and eat cheesesteaks while looking at their phones. Staff were friendly and helpful. They also at one point got into a shouted argument over scheduling in the middle of the bar. On the other hand, if you're patient, you can get your cheesesteak delivered right to your bar stool. Eventually, a waitress came by to take our food order. She paused a moment, squinting at us. "You from Philly?" We assured her we were. Later, whenever she passed by, she'd chant: "Philly!"