You squeeze in through a low doorway into a small vaulted room with a few standing tables and a bar. The floor is covered in peanut shells and everybody is a bit too loud. This is the vibe of the Weinorgel. The bar personnel are friendly to a T and somehow the fact that everything is rather dingy and messy feels right here. In fact, the joint can somehow begin to feel classy as the night wears on. Nothing pretentious about this place—just a sweet bar to have an old-fashioned good time.