Nevermind the over entitled door douche who demands a retinal scan along with your photo ID - that's right, like a Russian prison camp, let's get your face scanned so we can determine if you're safe to order our fries - but the dirty floors and disheveled bar furniture are less than inviting. Just getting in says something more like you just missed fight club NOT welcoming or even the meager promise of some comforting food and a nice drink. The makers of the beverage should be ashamed to have their name on this one. I've been to Ireland and while there may be fights, they are good, friendly, fun loving folks. NOT HERE. Needless to say that the the same unwelcoming attitude permeated the whole experience. Couldn't get the bartenders attention. The bar staff seemed to have no method of taking orders in turn but randomly selecting patrons some of whom didn't even want drinks. The table staff non existent or in the back doing drugs - sorry that was a typo- I meant doing dishes. The food was cold. (Cold fries are the worst.) We left our unfinished meals and watered down drinks because it was just too depressing to sit in the bad vibes at this place. We went elsewhere to try and rid ourselves of the Jameson's experience. I'm sure they attract a lot of unsuspecting tourists off the strip but I'm a Hollywood resident. This place is an embarrassment. Especially when you consider the rooftop options of Mama Shelter, Dream or the mixology excellence of Tao or Mother Wolf. All just a couple blocks away. Even a place like Elbow Room, a smallerish Cahuenga corridor bar has a better feel without the corporate monicker and no doubt financial support. Representatives from Jameson's should come out and immediately review weather they want their name on this low rent, negative, night ending downer of a bar.