It's decorated...(OT, sorta)
This is a bar in the area where I grew up. Some of you may have been here, because it has a national reputation of sorts. This may give some insight as to my contradictory points-of-view on life.
Some people eat here as kind of a right of passage, although I think I have only had beer in a bottle. My dad used to be on the Board of Health and there were reports that although there were no dogs, they regularly received shipments of dog food.
The part that fell off was attached the first time I went. They put plywood over the doorway into that part.