Cusumano's Bar — Restaurant in St. Louis

Nick, the owner is a one of a kind guy. He is Mr Maplewood even though it's a St. Louis business. He owns both sides of the street on Manchester so it's a great place to park too. Not to mention if you're smart you can drive home with no problem due to the fact that it would be improper for the law to patronize his parking lot for their work so they tend to stay clear. That works for Maplewood as well. They cant just circle his business so they leave them alone, and there's no real need for them anyway. It's well run with hot bartenders and inside or outside seating, free music with Nick as the dj. He let's people pick their tunes and he magically pits them all together to where it meshes. He's a master in his domain. It's a good bar to go to grab a drink at 2am step outside if it's not too cold and have a cold one while you torch up a J and enjoy the always changing scenery as the evening glow eases through your body relaxing you into submission until those almost forgotten words ring out like an army lieutenant with trash can...

It's so very sad that this place is going downhill as much as it has.I started going here when I first turned 21 in back then it was the absolute best spot to go to. It had greatly price drinks. Well within anybody's budget. Knowledgeable staff, great music, just an absolute blast of an environment. Every week we went here it seemed like an amazing adventure. However nowadaysthey're usually just seems like there's nobody there, or just some questionable activities in general. And one day I decided to go back here just tohave a couple of drinks with a buddy of mine since it was so close. It was just really weird that there was somebody else they're selling crystals for healing or whatever the hell it was upstairs. And it was next to dead. I don't know maybe I might be just overthinking it but this place can definitely use a lot of work. Now I only can the aesthetics use decent amount of work. But they definitely got to get more people in that building. This place went downhill very quickly...

Rude bartender. Weak premixed shots we suspect had drugs in them. Creepy guy at the end of the bar kept feeling my lady friend's breast and curves and asking her if she wanted to be his girlfriend despite her trying to avoid him all night and saying no repeatedly. The floors are uneven and the chairs are death traps. The patrons seem to get along because they are all used to the condition of the place. The Bartender / owner preys on girls once theyre intoxicated, usually off the premixed shots, and if they decline and talk to other guys, he kicks those guys out and re initiates conversation with the females in a very forward and uncomfortable way. Its like he banks on people not remembering what goes on; although it's understandable that most people would be okay with not remembering backstreet boys and other terrible music as a soundtrack to their watered down drinks and the strange smell in the building. The feral cat is the...