If you’re looking for a grim dive with barely a pulse, this place has it in spades. The draw? Fifteen poker machines and the grey haze of Welfare Check Day. There are three bars, but only one actually serves drinks, with the other two practically abandoned. The crowd? Mostly regulars glued to their screens, feeding in cash faster than you can say “depressing.” A couple of locals might approach for a chat, stories tinged with a heaviness that lingers long after you’ve left. Cash only and cheap beer reign supreme here.