What if happy hour lasted 11 hours a day? What if you ordered a drink and, like magic, two were placed in front of you? Dreams do come true; sit your a** down in a red vinyl booth and get ready for the ridiculousness of your table filled with more drinks than you can shake a chicken wing (free from 6p-7p) at. There is one rule: no more three drinks can be in front of you at one time, tyrants! And let me offer one more rule: walk or take the bus when partaking of this H. Hour.