They can build back all they want, but they'll never have ratty ass booth seats covered in duct tape again.
Me and some buddies have taken numerous half day fishing trips, putting in on the beach directly behind Red Bar. Tradition has been to come in at lunch, hit the Red Bar for a grilled mahi sandwich, killer fries and a couple of ice cold 420's on tap, while the Captain filets your catch and bags it up for you. Frick, I'm pissed right now.