We’re not sure if the name is a greeting or a warning, but judging by the happy, inebriated crowds that occupy the bar and its booths at night, it’s probably a little of both. Scream past the ear-shattering classic rock or techno music and order a Grolsch or a cocktail. Watch sports on several TVs, escape the mayhem upstairs or play pool in the basement, but if you think that the drink has sunk you, don’t panic. It’s probably just the reflection from an improbable and unnecessary number of disco balls messing with your head. Unfortunately, you have to pay €0.50 for the dubious toilets downstairs.