Good old Billy talked me into going to this place.  I mean I am glad to know FUBAR is here so when ever I want to check out a San Antonio bar all I have to do is take a train to Mid-town and hit this meat market.  The place it self is okay.  You walk through the door into the first room that has a bar, walk to the second room which has a pool table and into the last room that is dark and full of soft welcoming couches.  Fortunately when I met up with Billy this is where we hung out.  As long as you can stay away from the frat daddies the place is pretty cool.  I think Billy only goes there for the occasional chance to Bartend.  

V and Bill jammin to the horrible San Antonio like pool hall music.