I'm not mad at this place. I'm disappointed.\n\nUpon walking into this nearly dead bar at the peak hour of service on a Friday night, I noticed they had a few solid beers on tap. I proceeded to order a Goose Island 312. The conversation with the bartender went as follows:\n\n- \"I'll have a 312, please\"\n-- \"Miller Lite?\"\n- \"No, a 312\"\n-- \"What's that?\"\n- \"Goose Island 312\"\n-- \"???\"\n- \"THAT TAP HANDLE WITH THE BIG GOOSE HEAD ON IT\"\n-- \"Oh...\"\n\nThe gentleman with the haircut fit for a Jersey Shore cast member poured the beer, I gave him my $4.50, and went on to a table. The first floor was dead, so we walked to the second. Even more dead, we moved on to the third...also dead. I then began drinking my beer. Flat and skunked. For the first time in my life I had to return a draft beer. I walked back down through the empty levels of the bar and asked for a refund.\n\nThe bartender rolled his eyes and went to the back to get his manager to approve the refund. He came back out saying the manager will be out in a second. A few minutes went buy...no manager. These minutes were filled with the bartender texting and not catering to the other few patrons that were there. He again went to the back to fetch the manager, still nothing. He finally opened up the register, took back out my $4.50, and reluctantly placed it on the bar top and delivered an attitude-filled \"have a good night\". \n\nThe only good thing this bar provided was that it's 3rd floor provided a view of a row of cool bars in the distance I didn't know existed. My friend and I made the wise choice of leaving Barney's and giving other establishments our business.\n\nIn a nutshell: avoid.